Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth

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

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

A lot of DJ's didn't wanna with 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 like a package of

like they pissed in a ice cube tray
Put it in the so by the next day
They could put it on my wrist so that I display
Yellow ice like 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 other city and
Wallet the size of 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
Check out the paint, same colors my new car

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

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

Chamillion-ator's on the way who saving the day
After the math I a rhyme, rapping after you pay
say they songs jamming, yeah that's just what they say
Like 2 of that Kelly song, they end up being gay

But it ain't Weezy, it even B.G
Because how I push the cash money, they don't believe me
on the DVD and the CD
Don't watch me, homeboy, TV

Head rest, 7.5
You ain't to see me shine, you could carry on
Haters hate and that's the reason that I one
Make a home run and run home, like Barry

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 they me out

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

You no good, rotten scoundrel
I pull these hoes, like out of town do
I get mail, like workers in the brown do
Chamillion you're the best, can't out sound you

Chad Hugo to Pharrell, I'm the on the track
Look at my 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 even start 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 throwing up the rocks, the Carter was back

the Roc, psyche nigga it's not
But it's prolly a sized bullet, up in it's pop
Sorry mayn, I forgot, to put the heater on
But forget 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 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 really you out performing
You up in the streets, you hot, you're boiling
click is the click they wanting
You that OG Ron C gon' screw it for them