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 the park up

Ooh, this herb, got me geekin' a nerd
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

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

With the scenery of St. Louie, we be touched
MIS, your rifle, we just too much
We crossed the bridge, you tripped, uh oh, it's the
Once hear sounds, get down, hope you 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 little T rollin' ninety an hour

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

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

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

Want some, get
'Cause everybody on my team could some
You know my squad, rip ya girl if ya 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 a mill with the skill son, uh?
make '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, gimme you got)

In my spare unwind and grind fools like coffee
Softly is how I to them punks who come actin' salty
Then Ali, I let thing 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 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 that L on the top of skyscrapers, my lyrics ya
your mouth like a hostage, you be talkin' garbage
Makin' my nauseous with that shh that, ah

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