Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme What You Got

I'm on my way to my show, uh, shirt
figaro, jeans Hillfiger though
Starched up, hit the Amaco bought a Philly up
will blow 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' have you bein' 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 a dub, what
(Was it playa?)

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

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

Lunatics will explode, okay, call me the
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 you got, gimme what you got)
And you say St. Louis
(Gimme what you got, gimme you got)

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

Get some lyrical jack, get down, 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 obvious see
Keyuan's true when he rap, is you mad at
A man 'cause all the rats that I flash
Be havin' matches, spark it, put yourself in trap
Got

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

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

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)

In my time unwind and grind fools like coffee
Softly is how I speak to them punks who come actin'
Then Ali, I let this 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 hook O.J.
Fool, ain't no way, that 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 mouth like a hostage, you be talkin' garbage
Makin' my stomach nauseous with shh that, ah

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

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