Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme What You Got

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

Ooh, this herb, got me geekin' like a
F what you heard, federal like a bird
You were, actin' funny when you saw me
Now, I'm makin' jams have you bein' 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 with a dub,
(Was it playa?)

Straight to the bar, got a 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

the scenery of St. Louie, we can't be touched
MIS, show your rifle, we too much
We the bridge, you tripped, uh oh, it's the alarm
Once hear sounds, get down, hope you lucky like

will explode, okay, call me the Rigga
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 whole style boy
Your team will never be the same like Jimmy Cowboys
What you gonna try You guilty of bein' 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 you try that, Lunatics got my back
It's a fact, you see a you supposed to match
a fact, Lunatics gonna put St. Lou on the map

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

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

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

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

In my spare time unwind and grind fools like
Softly is how I speak to them who come actin' salty
Ali, I let this thing 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 ain't no way, that we could be deep in four-play
Run and ask lady, smokin', hay, hay, hay

I bust a and I line all them draws, my sign for all a y'all
Be L on the top of skyscrapers, my lyrics rape ya
Tape your mouth like a hostage, you be garbage
Makin' my stomach nauseous 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 Champion attire, so why you
for hire
(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 you got, gimme 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)