Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth Is Back

You a lot of music but it's boring
You hear a lot of but don't 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're hot, you're
Chamillitary click is the click they
You know that OG Ron C screw it for them

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

like 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 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
'em Greyhound, in every other city and
Wallet the of Guerilla Black's or Biggie's hand, baby, baby

And I got mo' to do, dog that's true, y'all
is the click, if that's what 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 the bread
Know exactly what they said, voices just in my head
Get back up in the streets so the can be dead
'Cause I'm the rapper they dread, like Lil' Wayne's head

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

Chamillion-ator's on the way that's who the day
the math I bust a rhyme, rapping after you pay
Niggaz say they songs jamming, that's just what 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 me, homeboy, watch TV

Head rest, 7.5
You trying to see me shine, you could carry on
Haters hate and that's the that I carry one
Make a 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
Fist to your lip you'll get whipped, while kicking me out

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

You no good, dirty rotten
I pull hoes, like promoters out of town do
I get mail, like workers in the color do
Chamillion you're the best, can't nobody out you

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

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

It's the Roc, nigga it's not
But it's a rock sized bullet, up in it's pop
Sorry mayn, I forgot, to put the on lock
But forget 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 but don't enjoy 'em
You hear a lot of and you snoring
But the truth is back, now they say where you

'Cause we really seen you out performing
You back up in the streets, you hot, boiling
click is the click they wanting
You know that OG Ron C screw it for them