Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme What You Got

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You wild boy, you need to change your style boy
Your team will never be the same like Johnson's Cowboys
you gonna try for? You guilty of bein' wack
If Carl Louis was your cousin I put you on my track

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

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

Want some, get
everybody on my team could give some
You my squad, rip ya girl if ya thorough son
From the clit, with the gun, son

Work it down, freak it you want son, uh
Is he really real with the son, uh?
Did he a mill with the skill son, uh?
Gotta make 'em dance in 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 coffee
Softly is how I speak to them who come actin' salty
Then Ali, I let thing go, back on up off me
(Boy yeah)

I heard you was on my now you yellin', "Nelly, you lost 'em"
Fool, my is off the hook like O.J.
Fool, there ain't no way, that we could be deep in four-play
Run and ask lady, smokin', hay, hay, hay

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

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

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

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