Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth Is Back

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

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

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

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

Hey, well, let me tell you how I did it
Stepped up the mix tapes and put 'em in every man
Send 'em Greyhound, in every other and
the size 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 blue and my new jaw
Check out the paint, 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 just in my
Get up in the streets so the rumors can be dead
'Cause I'm the rapper that they dread, like Lil' head

Bumba watch, now watch me, I'm the one to watch
One with a lot of cubes and a bunch of blocks
And the watch and girls that be coming out
The with a friend, meet her I just 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 that's what they say
Like Part 2 of that song, they end up being gay

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

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

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

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

You no good, rotten scoundrel
I pull these hoes, like out of town do
I get mail, like in the color brown do
Chamillion you're the best, can't nobody out you

Chad Hugo to Pharrell, I'm the star on the
at my diamonds 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 slow motion, my car on a flat
Trunk going up, like directions you saw on a map
I wear the now but that's part of the fact
That I stay throwing up the rocks, 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 a lot of music but it's boring
You hear a lot of flows but don't 'em
You hear a lot of albums and you
But the is back, now they say where you been

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