Luyện nghe bài hát Dinner Time

[Intro: Busta
Aiyyo Da 5'9"
Why you wan' share your with these niggaz?
We don't food in the recession
Bite these niggaz like you the microphone

Da 5'9"]
Livin legend inside of a Smith & Wesson out of the barrel
I'm fire, try me cause I am HOT!
Police cars with sirens combined when I'm rhymin
Sayin they got a call that somebody 'round done fired SHOTS!
Mac-11's in order, the is like water
Each quote's a quarter of blow, the chorus is by the DOT!
Goons, goblins and and monsters are bouncin
and ya and stomp ya and eat ya, don't get swallowed by the BLOCK!
I pay a shrink every week to tell me
"Lay and speak to me" just to say how psychotic I am NOT!
I'm too fly with the viral and physical copies, niggaz
Look up what you under, I'm you tryin to TOP!
I'm and compared to no man, I'm like the big hand on Big Ben
I get in and I'm hittin my numbers the CLOCK!
I'm 'bout to give it back to my nigga Busta and have a seat
convenient I'm already coppin a SQUAT! [echoes]

[Interlude: Rhymes]
Nowadays when niggaz around
they start to look hamburgers and frankfurters
Royce Da 5'9"
Feed on these homie, c'mon!

Da 5'9"]
Take him, gut him and take out his organs and him
The important he is I'm toe-taggin his BEAT!
Turn him to chicken chowder, dip him in sniffin powder
Season him with gasoline and his ass in the CREASE!
Mention my name in a I'ma come get you lyrically
Individually I'ma it back to the STREETS!
Cannibalistic mentality, rappers hatin, him
Rap what I naturally happen to BE!
Flow is and you heard us forget it, two verses
Two murders acquitted, personally a wrap, CAPICHE?
Fingers snappin and tappin feet, clappin what happened the street
'Bout to happily it back to the D!
claimin harder that all of this time
Niggaz him until I see him and then slap him and SEE!
I ain't havin it, havoc is to me
War's normal, only thing I'm havin is a FEAST! [echoes]

[Interlude: Rhymes]
Royce Da 5'9", you my dawg and I'm yo'
Bein I already sic'ed you on these motherfuckers
yo' turn to sic me on they ass
go!

[Busta
Every that I marry the rhyme and the beat
I go hairy and grind in the then I'm fuckin up E'RYBODY
shit like we gorillas and peelin your skin
like we banana peelers, it's hazardous if you
you know that I'm one of the coldest courageous, the boldest contagious
Ain't no one can phase this that I do
Well you know since I report the latest that can't fuck with me
cause I'm the greatest, my shit is like the FLU
You see I'm animalistic, the cataclysmic
that'll whenever I grab the mic and talk
Indeed bag us specifically that I'm hickory dickory dock
of this rizzy, the bop in my walk
Now I'm the to set the temperature nigga
the heat will be needed to hot the block up, I'm sayin
I got the dillinger, Harry Kissinger the ratchet
The fact is I'm back with the and the click, see I ain't playin!

[Outro: Rhymes]
Why oh why oh WHY!
Royce Da 5'9" please me why!
Why the these niggaz gon' let us get together and do this shit to 'em
It's so unfair!
is so unfair! [chuckles]