Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth Is Back

You hear a lot of music but it's
You hear a lot of flows but don't 'em
You hear a lot of albums and you
But the truth is back, now say where you been

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

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

Looked like they 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 looks like but it isn't parquet

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

And I got mo' to do, dog that's true, y'all
Chamillitary is the click, if that's what you
Yellow, green, red blue and my new jaw
Check out the paint, colors cover my new car

it come to getting 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' 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 math I a rhyme, rapping after you pay
Niggaz say they jamming, yeah that's just what they say
Like Part 2 of that Kelly song, they end up gay

But it ain't Weezy, it ain't B.G
Because how much I 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
a home run and run home, like Barry Bonds

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

Ouch that looked like it hurt
And the worst part about it, is it 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, rotten scoundrel
I pull these hoes, like out of town do
I get mail, like workers in the color do
Chamillion the best, can't nobody out sound you

Chad Hugo to Pharrell, I'm the star on the
Look at my diamonds and see how many broads they
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 pull up in slow motion, my car on a flat
Trunk going up, directions that you saw on a map
I wear the now but that's part of the fact
That I throwing up the rocks, like the Carter was back

It's the Roc, nigga it's not
But it's prolly a rock bullet, up in it's pop
mayn, I forgot, to put the heater on lock
But didn't forget the underground, 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 a lot of albums and you snoring
But the truth is back, now they say where you

'Cause we really seen you out performing
You back up in the streets, you hot, boiling
Chamillitary click is the click they
You know OG Ron C gon' screw it for them