Luyện nghe bài hát Gilmore's

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

We got s*** to live for
You headed for the pen
Or on your way to Gilmore
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 and my wrist rock
And I f*** around and die Hip Hop

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm a stunna, hoggin' up the like the Hummer
the wheel run dry like the rain in the summer
Even the broke n**** 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 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 daughter on the

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 sideline static,

We ain't got 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*** n****s for

I make a million out,
I don't care a muthaf***a out there
My heart cold and my wrist
And I around and die over Hip Hop