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 a Philly sparked up
will blow the park up

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

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

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

With the scenery of St. Louie, we be touched
MIS, show your rifle, we just too
We crossed the bridge, you tripped, uh oh, it's the
Once hear sounds, get down, hope you lucky like

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

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)

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

Get lyrical jack, get down, Neal like Shaq
Now where we at, so you try that, Lunatics got my back
a fact, you see a blunt you supposed to match
It's a fact, 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 handsome man 'cause all the that I flash
Be some matches, spark it, put yourself in trap
Got

Want some, get
'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 you want son, uh
Is he real with the skill son, uh?
Did he make a mill with the son, uh?
Gotta make 'em dance in here son, yeah

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)

In my spare time unwind and 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 now you yellin', "Nelly, you lost 'em"
Fool, my is off the hook like O.J.
Fool, ain't 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 line all them draws, my for all a y'all
Be that L on the top of skyscrapers, my rape ya
Tape mouth 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 Duff know I'm a liar, makin' you fools transpire
To sweatshirts like attire, so why you try-ah
for hire
(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. City
(Gimme you got, gimme what you got)