Luyện nghe bài hát Time Will Tell

P]
D-Block! I ain't Cam, but it's Killa Season
Homey's dying ignorant nigga reasons
the home fried, lotta egos
Hoodrat that be digging a nigga steelo
Hood got kilos, making them niggas
Never guns to the court, when they B-Ball
I don't around with them suckers, I'm a G, ya'll
Standing on the tip of the block, I'mma see
Wanna know the of a verse, I got the fee, ya'll
I tell you how much, through like the army do
Army suits, all big with Armani suits
I got the on, and the toast on
Me, two guns and a knife, form
Oatmeal, PBJ, getting my on
Sacrificing most of you rappers, getting my on
Electrifying all of you niggas, getting my on

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

P]
I'm back like retro kicks, and I'm
brain can get left on some pesto shit
I need a Esco' flip, and I'm the Phantom
Listean real close, you the echos spit
I'm a wolf, you run around on gecko shit
Kick in the door of the shit, left for bent
I kill the best now, tell me who the gon' get
Not a damn one, the handgun, is on the waist
you ugly or you handsome, I'm right in your face
You can run, I get from the flight of the chase
Little chimp, why you try to spend a night with the apes
I get higher the flight outerspace, where I'm from
I seen alotta niggas die or get indicted for
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