Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme What You Got (Remix)

I'm on my way to my show, uh, Polo
Gortex figaro, Hillfiger though
Starched up, hit the bought a Philly sparked up
will blow the park up

Ooh, this herb, got me like a nerd
F what you heard, roll like a bird
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, smoke now
Hit the at the club 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
it be the way I get down, the way I throw down?
I don't know but it's one I know for sure

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

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

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)

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

Get some lyrical jack, get down, Neal Shaq
Now where we at, so when you try that, got my back
It's a fact, you see a you supposed to match
It's a fact, Lunatics put St. Lou on the map

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

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

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

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)

In my spare time unwind and grind like coffee
is how I speak 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, that we 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 mouth like a hostage, you be talkin'
Makin' my stomach nauseous with 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 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, 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. City
(Gimme you got, gimme what you got)