Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme What You Got

I'm on my way to my show, uh, Polo
Gortex figaro, Hillfiger though
up, hit the Amaco bought a Philly sparked up
Lunatics will blow the up

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

na trick, I'm picky 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 in five minutes, rats sendin' me notes
Could it be the way I get down, the way I down?
I know but it's one thing 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 lucky Charms

Lunatics explode, okay, call me the Rigga
Representer, St. Louis figures, chronic
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, gimme you got)
And you say St. City
(Gimme what you got, gimme you got)

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

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

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

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

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)

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

I you was on my tail now you yellin', "Nelly, you lost 'em"
Fool, my click is off the like 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 that L on the top of skyscrapers, my rape ya
Tape your like a hostage, you be talkin' garbage
my stomach nauseous with that shh that, ah

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

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)

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)