Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth Is Back

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

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

A lot of didn't wanna 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 that I'm rich
And the diamonds up on my wrist look like a package of

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You no good, dirty scoundrel
I these hoes, like promoters out of town do
I get mail, like workers in the color do
Chamillion you're the best, nobody out sound you

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

I pull up in slow motion, like my car on a
going up, like directions that you saw on a map
I wear the multi-colors now but that's 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 sized bullet, up in it's pop
Sorry mayn, I forgot, to put the heater on
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 it's
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 that OG Ron C gon' screw it for them