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 hear a lot of albums and you
But the is back, now they say where you been

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

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

Looked they pissed in a ice cube tray
Put it in the so by the next day
could 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 and put 'em in every city man
Send 'em Greyhound, in every other and
the size 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 blue and my new jaw
Check out the paint, colors cover my new car

When it to getting fed, I'm the baker with the bread
Know exactly what 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, Lil' Wayne's head

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

on the way that's who saving the day
After the math I a rhyme, rapping after you pay
Niggaz say they songs jamming, yeah just what they say
Like Part 2 of that Kelly song, they end up 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 that's the reason 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
handedly, handle the suckers up in the crowd
Fist to your lip you'll get whipped, while kicking me out

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

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

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

I up in slow motion, like my car on a flat
Trunk going up, like that 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 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 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 ain't really you out performing
You back up in the streets, you hot, you're
Chamillitary click is the they wanting
You know that OG Ron C gon' it for them