Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth Is Back

You hear a lot of but it's boring
You hear a lot of flows but enjoy 'em
You hear a lot of and you snoring
But the truth is back, now they say where you

'Cause we really seen you out performing
You back up in the streets, you're hot, boiling
Chamillitary click is the they wanting
You that OG Ron C gon' screw it for them

A lot of didn't 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 fact I'm rich
And the diamonds up on my wrist look like a package of

like they pissed in a ice cube tray
Put it in the freezer so by the day
They could put it on my wrist so that I display
Yellow ice looks like but it isn't parquet

Hey, well, let me tell you how I did it
up the mix tapes and put 'em in every city man
Send 'em Greyhound, in every other and
Wallet the size of Guerilla 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
Check out the paint, colors cover my new car

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

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

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

But it ain't Weezy, it ain't B.G
Because how much I push the 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
hate and that's the reason that I carry one
Make a home run and run home, Barry Bonds

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

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

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

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

I pull up in 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
I stay throwing up the rocks, like the Carter was back

It's the Roc, psyche nigga not
But prolly a rock sized bullet, up in it's 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 a lot of music but it's boring
You hear a lot of flows but enjoy 'em
You a lot of albums and you snoring
But the truth is back, now they say you been

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