Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme What You Got

I'm on my way to my show, uh, Polo
Gortex figaro, jeans Hillfiger
Starched up, hit the Amaco a Philly sparked up
will blow the park up

Ooh, this herb, got me geekin' a nerd
F you heard, federal roll like a bird
You were, funny when you first saw me
Now, I'm makin' jams have you bein' go Lee

na trick, I'm picky now
I'm spiffy now, smoke now
Hit the at the club yellin', "Grip and love"
Met me a dub, what
(Was it playa?)

Straight to the bar, got a and Coke
been in five minutes, rats sendin' me notes
Could it be the way I get down, the way I down?
I don't know but it's one thing I know for

With the scenery of St. Louie, we be touched
MIS, your rifle, we just too much
We crossed the bridge, you tripped, uh oh, the alarm
hear sounds, get down, hope you lucky like Charms

Lunatics will explode, okay, call me the
Representer, St. Louis figures, hitters
So what's up? Let me introduce my and I
Lunatics, I'm little T ninety miles an hour

And you say St. City, c'mon, uh
(Gimme you got, gimme what you got)
And you say St. City
(Gimme what you got, gimme you got)

You wild boy, you need to change whole style boy
Your team will never be the same Jimmy Johnson's Cowboys
you gonna try for? You guilty of bein' wack
If Carl Louis was your I wouldn't put you on my track

Get some jack, get down, Neal like Shaq
Now where we at, so you try that, Lunatics got my back
It's a fact, you see a you supposed to match
It's a fact, Lunatics put St. Lou on the map

I put St. Lou on my cap and obvious see
true when he rap, is you mad at that?
A handsome man 'cause all the rats I flash
Be havin' some matches, it, put yourself in trap
Got

some, get some
'Cause everybody on my team could give
You know my squad, rip ya if ya thorough son
From the clit, what the gun, son

Work it down, freak it you want son, uh
Is he really real with the son, uh?
Did he make a with the skill son, uh?
Gotta make 'em in this here son, yeah

And you say St. City, c'mon, uh
(Gimme what you got, gimme you got)
And you say St. City
(Gimme what you got, gimme you got)

In my spare time unwind and grind fools like
Softly is how I speak to them punks who come salty
Then Ali, I let this go, back on up off me
(Boy yeah)

I heard you was on my now you yellin', "Nelly, you lost 'em"
Fool, my click is off the like O.J.
Fool, there no way, that we could ever be deep in four-play
Run and ask lady, smokin', hay, hay, hay

I a rhyme and I line all them draws, my sign for all a y'all
Be that L on the top of skyscrapers, my rape ya
Tape your like a hostage, you be talkin' garbage
Makin' my nauseous with that shh that, ah

Tryna' compare click to mine, you need to hide and catch up
You be like Duff I'm a liar, makin' you fools transpire
To like Champion attire, so why you try-ah
for hire
(Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)

And you say St. City, c'mon, uh
(Gimme what you got, gimme you got)
And you say St. Louis
(Gimme what you got, gimme you got)

And you say St. City, c'mon, uh
(Gimme you got, gimme what you got)
And you say St. Louis
(Gimme what you got, gimme you got)