Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth Is Back

You a lot of music but it's boring
You hear a lot of flows but enjoy 'em
You hear a lot of and you snoring
But the is back, now they say where you been

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

A lot of didn't wanna mess with the kid
But like dancers love 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 display
Yellow ice like butter but it isn't parquet

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 other and
Wallet the of Guerilla 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 white and my new jaw
Check out the paint, same colors my new car

When it come to getting fed, I'm the baker the bread
Know exactly they said, voices ain't just in my head
Get back up in the so the rumors can be dead
'Cause I'm the rapper they dread, like Lil' Wayne's head

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

on the way that's who saving the day
After the math I bust a rhyme, after 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 I push the cash money, they don't believe me
on the DVD and the CD
Don't me, homeboy, watch TV

Head rest, 7.5
You ain't 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 Barry

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

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

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

Hugo 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 and my sack
Say it's a hit, before Chamillionaire start on a track

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

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

You a lot of music but it's boring
You hear a lot of flows but enjoy 'em
You a lot of albums and you snoring
But the truth is back, now say where you been

'Cause we really 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