Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme What You Got (Remix)

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

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

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

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

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

Lunatics will explode, okay, call me the
Representer, St. Louis figures, hitters
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 you got, gimme what you got)

You wild boy, you to change your whole style 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 some jack, get down, Neal like Shaq
Now where we at, so when you try that, got my back
It's a fact, you see a you supposed to match
a fact, Lunatics gonna put St. Lou on the map

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

some, get some
'Cause everybody on my could give 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 with the son, uh?
Did he make a with the skill son, uh?
Gotta make 'em in this here son, yeah

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

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

I heard you was on my tail now you yellin', "Nelly, you 'em"
Fool, my is off the hook like O.J.
Fool, there ain't no way, that we could ever be deep in
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 L on the top of skyscrapers, my lyrics rape ya
Tape mouth like a hostage, you be talkin' garbage
Makin' my stomach nauseous that shh that, ah

Tryna' compare click to mine, you need to hide and catch up
You be Duff know I'm a liar, makin' you fools 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, 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)