Luyện nghe bài hát Gilmore's

Yeah, ooh
You n****s what time it is?
It's time for that s***

We ain't got to live for
You headed for the pen
Or on your way to Gilmore
In the of the real war
'Cause a five dollar bill is the n****s kill for

I make a million out,
I care about a muthaf***a out there
My heart cold and my wrist
And I around and die over Hip Hop

I treat a dollar a mill, countin' every bill
'Cause if I don't watch mine another will
I went double but I still the s****
I'm the truth, why the you think 50 cut the deal

Rollin' in a bag of * when you cut the
When I bling the job on a Coupe De Ville
I ain't never had a pop, never had a son
to go get, so I ain't never run

They chat behind my but they quiet when I come
They treat a lil' n**** a giant with a gun
I walk with a swagger like I had money
'Cause I know, they rather see my black a**

Ain't funny just a whole lotta anger
Mind of a leader, drama of a banger
If a n**** on property I ain't gonna call
There'll be a splatter on ya shirt and it ain't ball

We got s*** to live for
You headed for the pen
Or you're on way to Gilmore
In the of the real war
'Cause a five dollar bill is the n****s kill for

I a million out, yeah
I don't care about a muthaf***a out
My cold and my wrist rock
And I f*** and die over Hip Hop

I don't follow no rules I'm gettin' in here the t***
And if I don't, we gonn' burn muthaf***a down
I'm comin' through swingin' like do in H-Town
And I roll down the window and spin ya face around

I'm a stunna, up the lane like the Hummer
Till the wheel run dry like the rain in the
Even the broke n**** can't afford to go to
F*** around and get ya head all over the street

And I got nuthin' for 'em but the heat
My lil' brother jewelry and Jordan's on his feet
Now, they if ya slaughterin' the beat
And if it wasn't for rappin', I'd have ya on the street

I been the same since Kane and Slick had it
Now die in the car, my whole whip had it
I worked too hard to let a have it
So I pack the A******** for the static, yeah

We got s*** to live for
You headed for the pen
Or you're on your way to
In the of the real war
'Cause a five dollar bill is the n****s kill for

I a million out, yeah
I don't care a muthaf***a out there
My cold and my wrist rock
And I f*** around and die Hip Hop