Luyện nghe bài hát Time

Part 1 - New York City: Nov. 13, 1992[Intro: Da 5'9"]
Ayo, get Frank the Butcher on the phone. Tell him it's in style to be a lyricist again. Tell him I'm fresh as fuck. Get on the phone. Tell 'em I'm fresh as fuck. Let's collab

[Verse 1: Da 5'9"]
All Larry Hoover comparisons
They all foolish, they untrue and too common
Me? They'll probably me
With my still erect like Tutankhamun
say that I'm out of my noodle while I'm freestylin'
Cause I off the roof with rhymin'
Make money very fast, so fast I gotta bury
I'm Nicky Barnes in
I had 50 arms so I could carry bags
Ask around, ho, I'm wacko
Ask if I'm OG, I answer back OG Maco
Niggas askin', "Why'd you did that album?"
I ask, "What you ask for?"
of fact, so what? My style is art
I might drop this shit, then say, "Fuck an album"
Start lunchin' and a couple cold cuts À la carte
I got a life, man, we rich and they're broke
get bread, the knot in my pocket the size of Dej Loaf
We live, we ride, them
We love to call a pair of FILAs them

Old school, syllables, cadences,

Part 2 - New York City: Nov. 13, 2014[Verse 2: Da 5'9"]
Underground cash, M6
White rag roof, the of the fastest rapper's big enough
To double the size of the on Shaq Fu
Truth, spaz rap, with it, I spit shit in a class blackbooth
clad in a Hazmat suit
You talk shit on the internet, then you disappear, hashtag
Bad back, gat bust, weird be clapped up
And all over the fuckin' atmosphere
And that everything that you type in all caps must
Be clear from laptop, screen, even your atmosfere
On the road to like G Rap
Except this road is made of golden roses and this is the lap
What I spit is so dope
when they hear me they image me sober
But picture the relapse
Your favorite rappers's favorite rapper...
Wait, elaborate
I'm the why their release date is backed

Wait, wait, whoa, grab my keys, my nigga