Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme Dat

Lock fuckin' door, yo
Lock all that

muthafuckas can't hold me back
Holdin' gats drunk off of
Laughin' at life and how my goal be the hoes react
in cars, out to get me eight full of shinin' stars

Overwhelmin', any average rapper will it hard
To deal with the way my Squad puts metal to
We rebels to death, leakin' body heat, decimals
My shotie completes the measure of death, I'm hittin' your

I'm 1100 double threat, beware of the rest
Squad's everywhere like weed smoke
If my pump shotie was chokes
I'd twist the whole place three strokes

Dump this sawed-off barrel
I send soul to follow the blast
And see how far the will travel
Big Eaddie's name never lost his

I you before on Joe's album
We been illin' since the pharaohs
Run out of heat, I still burst you bangers
Believe, me and violence connect and we our own personal language

Money, dat
Power, dat
Guns, dat
Freedom, dat
Pussy, dat
Drugs, dat
dat
Respect, better dat

Money, dat
Power, dat
Guns, dat
Freedom, dat
Pussy, dat
Drugs, dat
dat
Respect, better dat

Hey yo, era's over
And your peoples the charm or persona
The sound of my chrome be from home to Arizona
My gun be clickin' like chain on my neck, claim my respect
Give me a pound or the pain in your chest

I only with T.S.
That's some that God returned to the surface
Bustin' scary-ass burners that burst through epidermis
Niggas respect the verses, my shit is heat, so set the furnace
To burn whoever's to hurt this

Nigga, tell me I bringin' the pain
If I ain't leave in a
I'm probably fleein' from 3 in your brain
See I'm sayin', it's all about this
Guns, murder and chips and I gathered all in the of my fist

This is who is
Raw to the brain, I'm sort of
But yet in fall in the game
not enough, I need to fatten my stacks
More guns, dat
More and respect, gimme dat

Money, dat
Power, dat
Guns, dat
Freedom, dat
Pussy, dat
Drugs, dat
dat
Respect, gimme dat

Money, dat
Power, dat
Guns, dat
Freedom, dat
Pussy, dat
Drugs, dat
dat
Respect, better dat

Money, dat
Power, dat
Guns, dat
Freedom, dat
Pussy, dat
Drugs, dat
dat
Respect, gimme dat

Money, dat
Power, dat
Guns, dat
Freedom, dat
Pussy, dat
Drugs, dat
dat
Respect, gimme dat

Yo! See I'm sayin'? Ain't no stoppin' me
This was God's plan, this is I am
This is who is, n every sense of the word

Yo, year 2000's
And I'm still breathin through my nostrils, bitch
I ain't goin' nowhere I'ma in your faces
Until my demise is televised I y'all niggas

Where my at? Where all my terrorists at?
your guns up in the air
More money! More power! respect!
Take this over
Fight for muthafuckin' freedom!

niggas, yeah, nigga
That's my