Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth Is Back

You a lot of music but it's 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 ain't really you out performing
You up in the streets, you're hot, you're boiling
Chamillitary click is the click wanting
You that OG Ron C gon' 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, it's because of the fact that I'm rich
And the diamonds up on my look like a package of piss

Looked like 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 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 every other and
Wallet the size of Black's or Biggie's hand, baby, baby

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

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

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

on the way that's who saving the day
After the math I bust a rhyme, after you pay
Niggaz say they songs jamming, yeah that's just 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 me, homeboy, watch TV

Head rest, 7.5
You trying to see me shine, you could carry on
Haters and that's the reason that I carry one
Make a home run and run home, like Barry

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

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

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

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

I pull up in slow motion, my car on a flat
going 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, like the Carter was

It's the Roc, nigga it's not
But it's prolly a rock bullet, up in it's pop
Sorry mayn, I forgot, to put the on lock
But didn't forget the underground, lock it up for my
I'm and I'm too hot

You hear a lot of music but it's
You hear a lot of flows but don't 'em
You hear a lot of and you snoring
But the truth is back, now say where you been

'Cause we ain't 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 gon' screw it for