Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth Is Back

You hear a lot of music but it's
You hear a lot of but don't enjoy 'em
You a lot of albums and you snoring
But the is back, now they say where you been

'Cause we ain't really you out performing
You back up in the streets, you're hot, boiling
Chamillitary is the click they wanting
You know that OG Ron C screw it for them

A lot of DJ's wanna mess with the kid
But like dancers that love to strip, they back up on my
And of course, it's because of the fact that I'm rich
And the diamonds up on my wrist look a package of piss

Looked like pissed in a ice cube tray
Put it in the freezer so by the day
They could put it on my wrist so that I could
Yellow ice like butter but it isn't parquet

Hey, well, let me tell you how I did it
Stepped up the mix and put 'em in every city man
Send 'em Greyhound, in other city and
Wallet the of Guerilla Black's or Biggie's hand, baby, baby

And I got mo' to do, dog that's true, y'all
Chamillitary is the click, if that's what you
Yellow, green, red white and my new jaw
Check out the paint, same cover my new car

When it come to getting fed, I'm the with the bread
Know exactly what said, voices ain't just in my head
Get up in the streets so the rumors can be dead
'Cause I'm the rapper that they dread, like Wayne's head

Bumba claat watch, now watch me, I'm the one to
One a lot of colored cubes and a bunch of blocks
And the and them girls that be coming out
The with a friend, meet her I just wanna watch

on the way that's who saving the day
After the math I bust a rhyme, after you pay
Niggaz say they songs jamming, yeah that's just they say
Like Part 2 of that Kelly song, they end up gay

But it ain't Weezy, it even B.G
Because how much I push the cash money, they don't me
on the DVD and the CD
Don't watch me, homeboy, TV

rest, 7.5 Clarion
You trying to see me shine, you could carry on
Haters hate and the reason that I carry one
Make a run and run home, like Barry Bonds

Yeah, I got 'em shook in a
Ron Artest of rap, at me now
handedly, handle the suckers up in the crowd
Fist to your lip you'll get whipped, they kicking me out

Ouch 'cause that looked it hurt
And the part about it, is it looks like the dirt
Getting acquainted with your shirt become one the turf
As I you fall down and tell you just what you worth

You no good, dirty rotten
I pull these hoes, promoters out of town do
I get mail, like workers in the color do
you're the best, can't nobody out sound you

Chad to Pharrell, I'm the star on the track
Look at my diamonds and see how many broads they
And it's true in the studio, on my balls and my sack
Say it's a hit, before Chamillionaire even on a track

I pull up in motion, like my car on a flat
Trunk going up, like that you saw on a map
I the multi-colors now but that's part of the fact
That I stay throwing up the rocks, like the Carter was

It's the Roc, psyche it's not
But prolly a rock sized bullet, up in it's pop
Sorry mayn, I forgot, to put the on lock
But forget the underground, lock it up for my spot
I'm and I'm too hot

You a lot of music but it's boring
You hear a lot of flows but enjoy 'em
You hear a lot of albums and you
But the truth is back, now they say where you

'Cause we ain't really seen you out
You back up in the streets, you hot, you're
Chamillitary click is the click wanting
You know that OG Ron C gon' screw it for