Luyện nghe bài hát Gilmore's

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

We ain't got to live for
You headed for the pen
Or you're on way to Gilmore
In the middle of the 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*** and die over Hip Hop

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

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

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

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

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

I make a million out,
I don't about a muthaf***a out there
My cold and my wrist rock
And I around 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' swingin' like they do in H-Town
And I down the window and spin ya b**** face around

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

And I ain't got for 'em but the heat
My lil' brother want jewelry and 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 since Kane and Slick had it
Now n****s die in the car, my whole had it
I worked too hard to let a have it
So I pack the A******** for the sideline static,

We ain't got s*** to 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 make a million out,
I don't care about a muthaf***a out
My heart and my wrist rock
And I f*** around and die Hip Hop