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 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 rock
And I f*** and die over Hip Hop

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

in a bag of * when 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
Nobody to go get, so I never run

They chat behind my back but they quiet when I
They treat a lil' like a giant with a gun
I with a swagger like I always had money
'Cause I know, they rather see my 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 gonna call
There'll be a splatter on ya shirt and it ain't ball

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

I make a out, yeah
I don't care a muthaf***a out there
My cold and my wrist rock
And I f*** around and die Hip Hop

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

I'm a stunna, hoggin' up the like the Hummer
Till the wheel run dry the rain in the summer
Even the broke n**** can't to go to sleep
around and get ya head p****** all over the street

And I ain't got for 'em but the heat
My lil' brother want jewelry and on his feet
Now, they recognize if ya the beat
And if it wasn't for rappin', I'd ya daughter on the street

I been the same 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 pack the A******** for the static, yeah

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

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