Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth Is Back

You hear a lot of music but boring
You hear a lot of flows but enjoy 'em
You hear a lot of albums and you
But the truth is back, now they say you been

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

A lot of DJ's didn't wanna mess the kid
But dancers that 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 a package of piss

Looked like pissed in a ice cube tray
Put it in the freezer so by the day
They could put it on my wrist so I could display
ice looks like butter 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 other city and
the size of Guerilla Black's or Biggie's hand, baby, baby

And I got plenty mo' to do, dog true, y'all
is the click, if that's what you thought
Yellow, green, red blue and my new jaw
Check out the paint, colors cover my new car

When it come to getting fed, I'm the with the bread
exactly what they said, voices ain't just in my head
Get back up in the streets so the 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 them that be coming out
The closet with a friend, her I just wanna watch

Chamillion-ator's on the way that's who the day
After the math I bust a rhyme, rapping you pay
say they songs jamming, yeah that's just what they say
Like Part 2 of Kelly 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
hate and that's the reason that I carry one
Make a home run and run home, 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 your lip you'll get whipped, while they me out

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

You no good, rotten scoundrel
I pull these hoes, promoters out of town do
I get mail, like workers in the brown do
Chamillion the best, can't nobody out sound you

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

I pull up in slow motion, like my car on a
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 heater on
But didn't forget the underground, lock it up for my
I'm and I'm too hot

You a lot of music but it's boring
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 hot, boiling
Chamillitary is the click they wanting
You know that OG Ron C gon' it for them