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 headed for the pen
Or you're on your way to
In the of the real 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 heart and my wrist rock
And I f*** around and die Hip Hop

I treat a like a mill, countin' every bill
if I don't watch mine another muthaf***a will
I went but I still tuck 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, never had a son
to go get, so I ain't never run

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

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

We ain't got s*** to 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 out there
My heart cold and my wrist
And I around 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' burn this down
I'm comin' through like 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 broke n**** can't to go to sleep
F*** around and get ya head p****** all the street

And I got nuthin' for 'em but the heat
My lil' brother want jewelry and Jordan's on his
Now, they recognize if ya slaughterin' the
And if it wasn't for rappin', I'd have ya on the street

I been the same since 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 pack the A******** for the sideline static,

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 bill is the s*** n****s for

I make a out, yeah
I don't care about a muthaf***a out
My heart cold and my rock
And I f*** and die over Hip Hop