Luyện nghe bài hát Time Will Tell

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D-Block! I ain't Cam, but it's Killa Season
Homey's dying over ignorant nigga
Know the fried, lotta egos
Hoodrat bitch that be digging a steelo
Hood got kilos, making them niggas
bring guns to the court, when they B-Ball
I don't play around with suckers, I'm a G, ya'll
Standing on the tip of the block, I'mma see
know the price of a verse, I got the fee, ya'll
I tell you how much, coming through the army do
Army suits, all big coupes with suits
I got the lows on, and the on
Me, two guns and a knife, form
Oatmeal, PBJ, my bulk on
Sacrificing of you rappers, getting my coke on
Electrifying all of you niggas, getting my on

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Aiyo, yo, from palace in the hood
To child that's in the hood, it ain't no deers around here
But it's all good, my metal niggas, rebel niggas
Never ever rebel, just only telling niggas
Wake up niggas eat you
It's only matter of time, when them nines out to meet you
Yo, don't be alone when we roaming, like cell phones,
Cuz when they hungry, it's story, run for me

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I'm like retro kicks, and I'm saucy
Your brain can get left on pesto shit
I need a Pablo flip, and I'm the Phantom
real close, you hear the echos spit
I'm a wolf, you run around on some shit
Kick in the door of the shit, wasn't left for
I kill the now, tell me who the rest gon' get
Not a one, the handgun, is right on the waist
Whether you or you handsome, I'm right in your face
You can run, I get excited from the flight of the
Little chimp, why you try to spend a night with the apes
I get than the flight outerspace, where I'm from
I alotta niggas die or get indicted for base
Get weight, a little try to buy them a place
Either raw, ain't on, firing eight
And mine, nigga, I don't 'em straight, feel me