Luyện nghe bài hát Gilmore's

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

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

I treat a dollar like a mill, countin' every
'Cause if I watch mine 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
I bling the paint job on a Coupe De Ville
I ain't never had a pop, never had a son
Nobody to go get, so I ain't run

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

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

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 dollar bill is the s*** n****s kill for

I make a out, yeah
I don't care a muthaf***a out there
My cold and my wrist rock
And I f*** 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' this muthaf***a down
I'm comin' through swingin' they do in H-Town
And I roll down the window and spin ya b**** around

I'm a stunna, hoggin' up the lane the Hummer
Till the run dry like the rain 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 got nuthin' 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 for rappin', I'd have ya daughter on the street

I been the since Kane and Slick Rick had it
Now n****s die in the car, my whip had it
I worked too to let a n**** have 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 is the s*** n****s kill for

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