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 reasons
Know the fried, lotta egos
Hoodrat bitch that be digging a nigga
Hood got kilos, making niggas evil
Never bring guns to the court, when B-Ball
I don't play with them 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, through like the army do
Army suits, all big coupes with Armani
I got the on, and the toast on
Me, two guns and a knife, form
Oatmeal, PBJ, my bulk on
Sacrificing most of you rappers, getting my on
all of you niggas, getting my votes on

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

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I'm like retro kicks, and I'm saucy
Your brain can get left on some shit
I need a Pablo Esco' flip, and I'm the
Listean real close, you the echos spit
I'm a wolf, you run around on some shit
Kick in the door of the shit, wasn't for bent
I kill the best now, me who the rest gon' get
Not a damn one, the handgun, is 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 don't you try to spend a night with the
I get higher than the flight outerspace, where I'm
I seen alotta niggas die or get indicted for
Get weight, a little cake try to buy them a
Either raw, ain't on, firing eight
And mine, nigga, I don't fire 'em straight, me