Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth Is Back

You hear a lot of music but it's
You hear a lot of flows but enjoy '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, hot, you're boiling
Chamillitary click is the click wanting
You know that OG Ron C gon' it for them

A lot of DJ's didn't wanna mess the kid
But like that love to strip, they 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 a package of piss

Looked like they pissed in a ice tray
Put it in the so by the next day
They put it on my wrist so that I could display
Yellow ice looks 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
Send 'em Greyhound, in other city and
Wallet the of Guerilla Black's or Biggie's hand, baby, baby

And I got plenty mo' to do, dog that's true,
Chamillitary is the click, if what you thought
Yellow, green, red white and my new jaw
Check out the paint, same colors my new car

When it come to getting fed, I'm the baker with the
exactly what they said, voices ain't 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

claat watch, now watch me, I'm the one to watch
One with a lot of colored cubes and a bunch of
And the watch and girls that be coming out
The closet with a friend, meet her I just 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 songs jamming, yeah that's what they say
Like 2 of that Kelly song, they 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 to see me shine, you could carry on
Haters hate and that's the reason I carry one
Make a home run and run home, like Barry

Yeah, I got 'em in a towel
Ron Artest of rap, at me now
Single handedly, the suckers up in the crowd
Fist to your lip 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 you fall down and tell you just what you worth

You no good, rotten scoundrel
I these hoes, like 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 star on the
Look at my diamonds and see how many they attract
And it's true in the studio, they on my and my sack
Say it's a hit, before Chamillionaire even on a track

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

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

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