Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth

You hear a lot of music but 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 where you

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

A lot of DJ's wanna mess with the kid
But like dancers that love to strip, they up on my dick
And of course, maybe it's because of the fact I'm rich
And the diamonds up on my wrist like a package of piss

Looked like they pissed in a ice cube
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 tell you how I did it
up the mix tapes and put 'em in every city man
Send 'em Greyhound, in every other and
Wallet the size of Guerilla Black's or hand, baby, baby

And I got mo' to do, dog that's true, y'all
Chamillitary is the click, if that's 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 with the
Know what they said, voices ain't just in my head
Get up in the streets so the rumors can be dead
'Cause I'm the rapper that they dread, Lil' Wayne's head

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

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

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

rest, 7.5 Clarion
You trying to see me shine, you could carry on
Haters and that's the reason that I carry one
Make a run and run home, like Barry Bonds

Yeah, I got 'em in a towel
Ron of rap, look 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 looked it hurt
And the worst part about it, is it like the dirt
Getting acquainted your shirt become one with the turf
As I watch you 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, like in the color brown do
Chamillion you're the best, can't nobody out you

Hugo to Pharrell, I'm the star 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 a hit, before Chamillionaire even start on a track

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

It's the Roc, psyche it's not
But it's prolly a sized bullet, up in it's pop
mayn, I forgot, to put the heater on lock
But didn't the underground, lock it up for my spot
I'm and I'm too hot

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

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