Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth

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 they say you been

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

A lot of DJ's didn't wanna mess the kid
But like dancers that love to strip, they back up on my
And of course, it's 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 cube
Put it in the freezer so by the day
could 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 and put 'em in every city man
Send 'em Greyhound, in every other and
Wallet the size of Black's or Biggie's hand, baby, baby

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

When it to getting fed, I'm the baker with the bread
exactly what they said, voices ain't just in my head
Get back up in the streets so the rumors can be
'Cause I'm the rapper that they dread, like Lil' Wayne's

Bumba claat watch, now me, I'm the one to watch
One with a lot of colored and a bunch of blocks
And the watch and them girls that be out
The with a friend, meet her I just 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 what say
Part 2 of that Kelly song, they end up being gay

But it ain't Weezy, it even B.G
how much I push 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 could 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 Artest of rap, at me now
Single handedly, handle the suckers up in the
Fist to your lip you'll get whipped, while kicking me out

'cause that looked like it hurt
And the worst part it, is it looks like the dirt
Getting acquainted with your become one with the turf
As I watch you fall and tell you just what you worth

You no good, dirty rotten
I these hoes, like promoters out of town do
I get mail, like workers in the color do
Chamillion you're the best, can't 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 in the studio, they on my balls and my sack
Say it's a hit, before Chamillionaire even on a track

I up in slow motion, like my car on a flat
Trunk up, like directions that you saw on a map
I wear the now but that's part of the fact
That I stay up the rocks, like the Carter was back

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

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