Luyện nghe bài hát Gilmore's

Yeah, ooh
You n****s 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 your way to
In the middle of the war
'Cause a five bill is the s*** 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 like a mill, countin' every bill
'Cause if I don't watch mine muthaf***a will
I went double but I still the s****
I'm the truth, why the f*** you 50 cut the deal

Rollin' in a bag of * you cut the seal
When I the paint job on a Coupe De Ville
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 quiet when I
They a lil' n**** like a giant with a gun
I walk a swagger like I always had money
'Cause I know, they rather see my black a**

Ain't nuthin' funny just a whole anger
Mind of a leader, 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 ball

We got s*** to live for
You headed for the pen
Or on your way to Gilmore
In the of the real war
'Cause a dollar bill is the s*** 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 around and die over Hip Hop

I don't follow no rules I'm in here with the t***
And if I don't, we gonn' burn this 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, hoggin' up the lane the Hummer
Till the wheel run dry like the in the summer
Even the broke n**** can't 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 and Jordan's on his feet
Now, recognize if ya slaughterin' the beat
And if it wasn't for rappin', I'd have ya on the street

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

We ain't got s*** to for
You either 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 a million out, yeah
I don't care about a muthaf***a out
My cold and my wrist rock
And I around and die over Hip Hop