Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth Is Back

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 they say you been

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

A lot of didn't wanna mess 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 look like a package 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 wrist so I could display
ice looks like butter but it isn't parquet

Hey, well, let me tell you how I did it
Stepped up the mix tapes and put 'em in city man
'em Greyhound, in every other city and
Wallet the size of Guerilla Black's or 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
Check out the paint, same cover my new car

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

Bumba watch, now watch me, I'm the one to watch
One with a lot of colored cubes and a bunch of
And the and them girls that 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 2 of that Kelly song, they end up being gay

But it ain't Weezy, it even B.G
how much I push the cash money, they 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 carry on
Haters hate and that's the reason I carry one
a home run and run home, like Barry Bonds

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

'cause that looked like it hurt
And the worst part about it, is it looks the dirt
Getting acquainted with your shirt one with the turf
As I watch you fall down and you just 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, can't nobody out you

Chad Hugo to Pharrell, I'm the on the track
at my diamonds and see how many broads they attract
And it's in the studio, they on my balls and my sack
Say a hit, before Chamillionaire even 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 of the fact
That I 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 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 boring
You hear a lot of but don't enjoy 'em
You a lot of albums and you snoring
But the truth is back, now they say where you

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