Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme What You Got

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You boy, you need to change your 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 cousin I wouldn't put you on my track

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

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

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

Work it down, freak it anyway you son, uh
Is he really real the skill son, uh?
Did he make a mill with the 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. Louis
(Gimme you got, gimme what you got)

In my spare time unwind and fools like coffee
Softly is how I speak to punks 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 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 a rhyme and I line all them draws, my sign for all a y'all
Be L on the top of skyscrapers, my lyrics rape ya
your mouth 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 know I'm a liar, makin' 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, what you got)
And you say St. City
(Gimme what you got, what 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, what you got)