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 albums and you
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
click is the click they wanting
You know that OG Ron C gon' 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 because of the fact that I'm rich
And the diamonds up on my look like a package of piss

Looked 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 could
Yellow ice looks like but it isn't parquet

Hey, well, let me tell you how I did it
Stepped up the mix tapes and put 'em in every man
'em Greyhound, in every other city and
Wallet the of Guerilla 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 you thought
Yellow, green, red blue and my new jaw
Check out the paint, same cover my new car

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

Bumba claat watch, now watch me, I'm the one to
One a lot of colored cubes and a bunch of blocks
And the and them girls 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 bust a rhyme, after you pay
Niggaz say they songs jamming, yeah that's what they say
Like Part 2 of that Kelly song, end up being gay

But it ain't Weezy, it even B.G
Because how much I 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 trying to see me shine, you could carry on
Haters hate and that's the reason that I one
a home run and run home, like Barry 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 your lip you'll get whipped, they kicking me out

Ouch that looked like it hurt
And the worst part about it, is it looks the dirt
acquainted with your shirt become one with the turf
As I watch you fall down and tell you 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 diamonds and see how many broads they
And it's true in the studio, they on my balls and my
Say it's a hit, before Chamillionaire even on a track

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

It's the Roc, nigga it's not
But it's prolly a sized bullet, up in it's pop
mayn, I forgot, to put the heater on lock
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

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