Luyện nghe bài hát Gilmore's

Yeah, ooh
You know what time it is?
It's time for gangsta s***

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

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

I treat a dollar like a mill, countin' bill
'Cause if I don't mine another muthaf***a will
I went double but I tuck the s****
I'm the truth, why the f*** you 50 cut the deal

Rollin' in a bag of * when you cut the
I bling the paint 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 my back but they quiet when I come
They treat a lil' n**** like a giant a gun
I walk with a like I always had money
'Cause I know, they see my black a** bummy

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

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

I make a million out,
I don't care about a muthaf***a out
My heart cold and my rock
And I f*** around and die Hip Hop

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

I'm a stunna, hoggin' up the like the Hummer
Till the wheel run dry like the in the summer
Even the n**** can't afford to go to sleep
F*** around and get ya head p****** all over the

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

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

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

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