Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme What You Got

I'm on my way to my show, uh, shirt
Gortex figaro, jeans though
Starched up, hit the bought a Philly sparked up
Lunatics will blow the up

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

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

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

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

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

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)

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

Get some lyrical jack, get down, Neal like
Now where we at, so when you try that, got my back
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 it's see
Keyuan's true when he rap, is you mad at
A handsome man 'cause all the rats I flash
Be havin' some matches, it, put yourself in trap
Got

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

Work it down, it anyway you want son, uh
Is he really real the skill son, uh?
Did he make a mill the skill son, uh?
Gotta 'em dance 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, what you got)

In my spare time unwind and grind fools coffee
Softly is how I speak to them punks who come salty
Then Ali, I let this thing go, 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 hook O.J.
Fool, there ain't no way, we could ever be deep in four-play
Run and ask lady, smokin', hay, hay, hay

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

Tryna' compare your to mine, you need to hide and catch up
You be like Duff know I'm a liar, you fools transpire
To sweatshirts like 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 what you got, what you got)
And you say St. Louis
(Gimme what you got, gimme you got)