Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth Is Back

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 truth is back, now say where you been

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

A lot of DJ's wanna mess with the kid
But like dancers that love to strip, they back up on my
And of course, maybe it's because of the that I'm rich
And the diamonds up on my wrist like a package of piss

Looked like they pissed in a ice tray
Put it in the so by the next day
They could put it on my wrist so that I could
Yellow ice looks 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 every 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
Chamillitary is the click, if that's what you
Yellow, green, red blue and my new jaw
out the paint, same colors cover my new car

When it come to getting fed, I'm the baker with the
exactly what they said, voices ain't just in my head
Get up in the streets so the rumors can be dead
'Cause I'm the 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 bunch of
And the watch and them that be coming out
The closet with a friend, meet her I wanna watch

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

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

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

Yeah, I got 'em shook in a
Ron Artest of rap, at me now
Single handedly, handle the up in the crowd
Fist to lip you'll get whipped, while they kicking me out

Ouch 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, rotten scoundrel
I pull these hoes, like out of town do
I get mail, like in the color brown do
you're the best, can't nobody out sound you

Chad Hugo to Pharrell, I'm the star on the
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 Chamillionaire start on a track

I pull up in slow motion, my car on a flat
Trunk going up, 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

It's the Roc, psyche it's not
But it's prolly a rock sized bullet, up in pop
mayn, I forgot, to put the heater 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 flows but don't 'em
You hear a lot of and you snoring
But the truth is back, now they say you been

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