Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth

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

'Cause we really seen you out performing
You back up in the streets, hot, you're boiling
Chamillitary click is the click 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 it's because of the fact that I'm
And the diamonds up on my wrist look 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 display
Yellow ice looks like 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 of Guerilla 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
Check out the paint, same colors my new car

When it come to getting fed, I'm the baker the bread
Know exactly what they said, ain't just in my head
Get up in the streets 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 a lot of colored cubes and a bunch of blocks
And the watch and them girls that be out
The closet with a friend, meet her I just watch

Chamillion-ator's on the way who saving the day
the math I bust a rhyme, rapping after you pay
Niggaz say they songs jamming, yeah just what they say
Like 2 of that Kelly song, they end up being 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 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
Make a home run and run home, like Bonds

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

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

You no good, dirty scoundrel
I pull these hoes, promoters out of town do
I get mail, like in the color brown do
Chamillion you're the best, nobody out sound you

Chad to Pharrell, I'm the star on the track
at my diamonds 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 even start on a track

I up in slow motion, like my car on a flat
Trunk going up, like directions 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 prolly a rock sized bullet, up in it's pop
mayn, I forgot, to put the heater on lock
But didn't forget the underground, lock it up for my
I'm and I'm too hot

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

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