Luyện nghe bài hát Gilmore's

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

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 bill is the n****s kill for

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

I treat a dollar like a mill, countin' bill
'Cause if I don't watch mine another muthaf***a
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 * 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 quiet when I
They treat a lil' n**** like a with a gun
I with a swagger like I always had money
'Cause I know, rather see my black a** bummy

Ain't nuthin' funny just a lotta anger
Mind of a leader, drama of a banger
If a n**** come on 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 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*** kill for

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

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

I'm a stunna, hoggin' up the like the Hummer
Till the wheel run dry like the rain in the
Even the 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 have ya daughter on the

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

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

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