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

A lot of DJ's didn't wanna with the kid
But like dancers that to strip, they back up on my dick
And of course, it's because of the fact 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 put it on my wrist so that I could display
Yellow ice looks like butter but it parquet

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

And I got plenty mo' to do, dog 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 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 that they dread, like Lil' Wayne's head

Bumba watch, now watch 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 with a friend, her I just wanna watch

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

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

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

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, they kicking me out

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

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

Chad to Pharrell, I'm the star on the track
at my diamonds and see how many broads they attract
And it's true in the studio, they on my balls and my
Say it's a hit, before Chamillionaire even 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 multi-colors now but part of the fact
I stay throwing up the rocks, like the Carter was back

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

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