Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth

You hear a lot of music but 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

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

A lot of DJ's didn't wanna with the kid
But like dancers love 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

like they pissed in a ice cube tray
Put it in the freezer so by the day
They could put it on my wrist so that I could
ice looks 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 other city and
Wallet the size of Guerilla Black's or Biggie's hand, baby,

And I got plenty mo' to do, dog that's true,
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 getting fed, I'm the with the bread
Know exactly what they said, voices just in my head
Get back up in the so the rumors can be dead
'Cause I'm the rapper that dread, like Lil' Wayne's head

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

on the way that's who saving the day
After the I bust a rhyme, rapping 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 even B.G
Because how 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 could on
Haters hate and that's the reason I carry one
a home 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 suckers up in the
Fist to your lip you'll get whipped, while they me out

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

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

Hugo to Pharrell, I'm the star on the track
Look at my diamonds and see how many broads they
And it's true in the studio, on my balls and my sack
Say it's a hit, Chamillionaire even start on a track

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

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

You hear a lot of but it's 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 really seen you out performing
You up in the streets, you hot, you're boiling
Chamillitary is the click they wanting
You know that OG Ron C screw it for them