Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme What You Got (Remix)

I'm on my way to my show, uh, shirt
figaro, jeans Hillfiger though
Starched up, hit the Amaco bought a sparked up
will blow the park up

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

Hell na trick, I'm now
I'm spiffy now, smoke now
Hit the at the club 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
Could it be the way I get down, the way I throw
I don't know but it's one thing I know for

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
Once hear sounds, get down, you lucky like Charms

Lunatics will explode, okay, call me the
Representer, St. figures, chronic hitters
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 what you got, gimme you got)
And you say St. City
(Gimme what you got, gimme you got)

You wild boy, you need to change whole style boy
Your team will never be the same like Jimmy Cowboys
you gonna try for? You guilty of bein' wack
If Carl was your cousin 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 blunt you 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 'cause all the rats I flash
Be some matches, spark it, put yourself in trap
Got

Want some, get
everybody on my team could give some
You my squad, rip ya girl if ya thorough 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 with the son, uh?
Gotta make 'em 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 what you got, what you got)

In my spare time unwind and 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 now you yellin', "Nelly, you lost 'em"
Fool, my is off the hook like O.J.
Fool, there ain't no way, that we could 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 lyrics ya
Tape your like a hostage, you be talkin' garbage
Makin' my nauseous with that shh that, ah

Tryna' compare your click to mine, you need to and catch up
You be like Duff I'm a liar, makin' you fools transpire
To sweatshirts like Champion attire, so why you
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. Louis
(Gimme what you got, what you got)

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