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 Amaco bought a sparked up
Lunatics will the park up

Ooh, this herb, got me geekin' a nerd
F what you heard, federal roll 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 at the club 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
Could it be the way I get down, the way I throw
I don't know but it's one thing I for sure

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

Lunatics will explode, okay, call me the
Representer, St. Louis figures, chronic
So what's up? Let me my click 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. City
(Gimme you got, gimme what you got)

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

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

some, get some
'Cause everybody on my could give some
You know my squad, rip ya if ya thorough son
From the clit, what 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?
Gotta 'em dance 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 time unwind and grind like coffee
Softly is how I speak to 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 could ever be in four-play
Run and ask lady, smokin', hay, hay, hay

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

Tryna' compare your click to mine, you need to hide and up
You be like Duff know I'm a liar, makin' you fools
To like Champion attire, so why you try-ah
for hire
(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 what you got, what you got)