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 will blow the up

Ooh, herb, got me geekin' like a nerd
F what you heard, federal like a bird
You were, actin' funny you first saw me
Now, I'm makin' jams have you 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 and Coke
Ain't been in five minutes, rats sendin' me
Could it be the way I get down, the way I throw
I know but it's one thing I know for sure

the scenery of St. Louie, we can't be touched
MIS, your 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 explode, okay, call me the Rigga
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 what you got, gimme you got)
And you say St. Louis
(Gimme what you got, what you got)

You wild boy, you need to change your whole boy
Your team will be the same like Jimmy Johnson's Cowboys
What you gonna try for? You guilty of wack
If Carl Louis was your cousin I put you on my track

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 to match
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 handsome man 'cause all the rats I flash
Be havin' some matches, spark it, put in trap
Got

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

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

And you say St. City, c'mon, uh
(Gimme what you got, what you got)
And you say St. City
(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 actin' salty
Ali, I let this 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 ever be deep in four-play
Run and ask lady, smokin', hay, hay, hay

I bust a and I line all them draws, my sign for all a y'all
Be that L on the top of skyscrapers, my rape ya
Tape your mouth like a hostage, you be talkin'
Makin' my stomach nauseous with shh that, ah

Tryna' compare your to mine, you need to hide and catch up
You be like Duff 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 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 you got, gimme what you got)
And you say St. Louis
(Gimme you got, gimme what you got)