Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth

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

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

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

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

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

When it to getting fed, I'm the baker with 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 and a bunch of blocks
And the and them girls that be coming out
The closet with a friend, meet her I wanna watch

Chamillion-ator's on the way who saving the day
After the math I 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 ain't B.G
Because how much I push the cash money, they don't me
on the DVD and the CD
Don't me, homeboy, watch TV

rest, 7.5 Clarion
You trying to see me shine, you could carry on
Haters hate and 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, the suckers up in the crowd
Fist to lip you'll get whipped, while they kicking me out

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

You no good, dirty scoundrel
I these hoes, like promoters out of town do
I get mail, like workers in the color do
Chamillion you're the best, nobody out sound you

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

I pull up in slow motion, my car on a flat
Trunk going up, like that you saw on a map
I the multi-colors now but that's 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 rock bullet, up in it's pop
Sorry mayn, I forgot, to put the heater on
But didn't forget the underground, 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 hear a lot of and you snoring
But the is back, now they say where you been

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