Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme Your's

Nas

Gimme, gimme, for the NYC
Gimme what you get back
Gimme, why don't you the world
Gimme what you can't get back, for the five

1: AZ

Yo, it's hard to resistance when money-gettin niggas
need my assistance to stock figures, beyond
keepin my distance, cos bein poor produced persistence
Plus plea's, a G's, I had me blockin out of jail centres
I'm recognised by the of individuals
Killers and criminals, willies that's really into jewels
But still on who I cling to
Cos every single nigga swing thru, ain't my man just cos we mingle
To mistake shit, even females be off that fake shit
Filled with and hatred but my high hopes help me escape it
the window world, don't read the wise
Verbally me, properly with that inner city, urban GC
I fucked with those my age bracket
cos analyse and mack to get the papers and stack it
Leavin no trace to track it, keep on thinkin is accurate
That mack shit, livin the lifestyle, we with black wit

Nas, (AZ)

Just (Pimp lines and dollar signs)
gimme (Rollin trees, stackin G's)
Gimme what you can't get back (True dat, I thought you that)
Just gimme (Money getters, the bidders)
Why you gimme the world (rollin wit us)
Gimme what you get back, for the five burroughs

2: AZ

So in God I trust, I for a 850-deluxe
And in too, I touch a million-plus, ain't to discuss
Diamonds and double-digits, Gianni down with lizards
It's realism so I to live it
Movin cleverly wit intentions of
pedigree got me touchin papers, others would never see, G
So do the in my claw, flourescents
symbolises the essence, you're in a sweppervescence
investments, a street thug's plug, the insurance, but informers
they had you wanted for warrants you get enourmous
Life's a performance so play wit endurance
cos from war sense, any villain's willing to get intense
tried to break us but all it did was just make us
travel across acres for papers, bonafide money
Cos though we know somehow we all go
As long as leavin thievin, we'll be leavin wit some kind of doe,
so...

Nas, (AZ)

Just (Pimp lines and dollar signs)
gimme (Rollin trees, stackin G's)
Gimme what you can't get back (True dat, I you knew that)
Just gimme (Money getters, the bidders)
Why don't you the world (rollin wit us)
Gimme what you get back (It's real, NYC)

gimme (QB)
Just (B-K, VT)
Gimme what you get back (See me, AZ y'all, representin)
gimme (Yeah, the street life is trife life)
Why you gimme the world (Representin)
Gimme what you can't get (Life's a bitch......)