Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme What You Got (Remix)

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

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

na trick, I'm picky now
I'm now, smoke 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 in five minutes, rats sendin' 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 just too
We crossed the bridge, you tripped, uh oh, the alarm
Once hear sounds, get down, hope you lucky Charms

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

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

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

Get some lyrical jack, get down, Neal Shaq
Now where we at, so when you try that, Lunatics got my
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
Keyuan's true when he rap, is you mad at
A handsome man 'cause all the rats that I
Be havin' some matches, 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, with the gun, son

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

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 unwind and grind fools like coffee
Softly is how I speak to them punks who 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 hook O.J.
Fool, there 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 your like a hostage, you be talkin' 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, makin' you fools
To sweatshirts like Champion attire, so why you
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. 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. City
(Gimme you got, gimme what you got)