Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth

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 they say where you

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

A lot of DJ's didn't mess with the kid
But like dancers that love to strip, they back up on my
And of course, maybe it's of the fact that I'm rich
And the diamonds up on my wrist look 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 I could display
Yellow ice looks like butter but it 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 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
Know exactly what they said, ain't just in my head
Get back up in the so the rumors can be dead
'Cause I'm the rapper that dread, like Lil' Wayne's head

Bumba claat watch, now watch me, I'm the one to
One with a lot of colored cubes and a of blocks
And the watch and them that be coming out
The with a friend, meet her I just 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 Weezy, it ain't even B.G
Because how much I 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 trying to see me shine, you could carry on
Haters hate and that's the reason 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
Fist to your lip you'll get whipped, they kicking me out

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

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

Chad Hugo to Pharrell, I'm the on the track
Look at my diamonds and see how broads they attract
And it's true in the studio, they on my 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
Trunk up, like directions 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 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 didn't the underground, lock it up for my spot
I'm and I'm too hot

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 they say you been

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