Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth Is Back

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

'Cause we really seen you out performing
You back up in the streets, you're hot, boiling
click is the click they wanting
You that OG Ron C gon' screw it for them

A lot of DJ's didn't mess with the kid
But dancers that love to strip, they back up on my dick
And of course, maybe it's because of the fact that I'm
And the diamonds up on my wrist like a package of piss

like they pissed in a ice cube tray
Put it in the so by the next day
They could put it on my so that I could display
Yellow ice looks like butter but it isn't

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

And I got plenty mo' to do, dog true, y'all
Chamillitary is the click, if that's you thought
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 baker with the
Know exactly what they said, voices just in my head
Get up in the streets so the rumors can be dead
'Cause I'm the rapper that dread, like Lil' Wayne's head

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

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

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

rest, 7.5 Clarion
You ain't trying to see me shine, you carry on
Haters hate and that's the reason that I one
Make a run and run home, like Barry Bonds

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

Ouch 'cause that looked like it
And the worst part it, is it looks like the dirt
Getting acquainted with your shirt become one with the
As I watch you fall down and 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
Chamillion you're the best, can't nobody out you

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

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

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

You hear a lot of music but boring
You hear a lot of flows but don't 'em
You a lot of albums and you snoring
But the truth is back, now they say you been

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