Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth

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

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

A lot of DJ's didn't 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 that I'm rich
And the diamonds up on my wrist look like a package of

Looked like they pissed in a ice tray
Put it in the freezer so by the day
They put it on my wrist so that I could display
Yellow ice looks like but it isn't parquet

Hey, well, let me you how I did it then
Stepped up the mix tapes and put 'em in city man
Send 'em Greyhound, in every city 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 blue and my new jaw
Check out the paint, same cover my new car

When it come to getting fed, I'm the with the bread
Know what 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 of blocks
And the watch and girls that be coming out
The closet with a friend, her I just wanna watch

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

But it Weezy, it ain't 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

rest, 7.5 Clarion
You trying to see me shine, you could 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, handle the up in the crowd
to your lip you'll get whipped, while they kicking me out

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

You no good, dirty scoundrel
I pull these hoes, like promoters out of do
I get mail, like workers in the brown do
Chamillion you're the best, can't out sound you

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

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

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

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