Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth Is Back

You a lot of music but it's boring
You hear a lot of but don't 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're hot, boiling
Chamillitary click is the click wanting
You know that OG Ron C gon' screw it for

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 that I'm rich
And the diamonds up on my wrist look like a of piss

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

Hey, well, let me you how I did it then
Stepped up the mix and put 'em in every city 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 that's true,
Chamillitary is the click, if that's you thought
Yellow, green, red blue and my new jaw
out the paint, same colors cover my new car

When it come to getting fed, I'm the baker with the
Know exactly what they said, voices ain't in my head
Get back up in the streets so the 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 with a lot of 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 I bust a rhyme, rapping after you pay
Niggaz say they songs jamming, yeah that's just they say
Part 2 of that Kelly song, they end up being gay

But it ain't Weezy, it ain't B.G
Because how much I the cash money, they don't believe 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
hate and that's the reason that I carry one
Make a home run and run home, like Barry

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

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

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

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

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

It's the Roc, psyche nigga not
But it's prolly a rock bullet, up in it's pop
Sorry mayn, I forgot, to put the on lock
But didn't the underground, lock 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 a lot of albums and you snoring
But the truth is back, now they say where you

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