Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth

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 say where you been

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

A lot of didn't wanna mess with the kid
But like dancers that love to strip, they back up on my
And of course, maybe because of the fact that I'm rich
And the diamonds up on my wrist look a package of piss

Looked like they pissed in a ice tray
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 parquet

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

And I got plenty mo' to do, dog true, y'all
is the click, if that's what you thought
Yellow, green, red white and my new jaw
out the paint, same colors cover 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 up in the streets so the rumors can be dead
I'm the rapper that they 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 bunch of
And the watch and them girls that be out
The closet a friend, meet her I just wanna watch

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

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

rest, 7.5 Clarion
You ain't trying to see me shine, you carry on
Haters hate and the reason that I carry one
Make a home run and run home, like Bonds

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

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

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

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

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

It's the Roc, psyche nigga not
But it's prolly a rock sized bullet, up in pop
mayn, I forgot, to put the heater on lock
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 a lot of flows but don't enjoy 'em
You hear a lot of albums and you
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, boiling
Chamillitary is the click they wanting
You know that OG Ron C gon' it for them