Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth Is Back

You hear a lot of music but boring
You hear a lot of 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 really you out performing
You back up in the streets, hot, you're 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 fact I'm rich
And the up on my wrist look like a package of piss

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

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 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,
is the click, if that's 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 in my head
Get back up in the so the rumors can be dead
'Cause I'm the rapper that they dread, like Lil' Wayne's

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

Chamillion-ator's on the way who saving the day
After the math I bust a rhyme, after you pay
say they 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
how much 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 trying to see me shine, you carry on
Haters hate and the reason that I carry one
Make a run and run home, like Barry Bonds

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

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

You no good, dirty rotten
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 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, on my balls and my sack
Say it's a hit, before Chamillionaire even start on a

I pull up in slow motion, 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
I stay throwing up the rocks, like the Carter was back

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

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