Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme Your's

Nas

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

1: AZ

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

Nas, (AZ)

Just gimme (Pimp and dollar signs)
gimme (Rollin trees, stackin G's)
Gimme what you can't get back (True dat, I thought you that)
gimme (Money getters, the high bidders)
Why you gimme the world (rollin wit us)
what you can't 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 much to
Diamonds and double-digits, Gianni Versace with lizards
realism so I visualisin to live it
Movin cleverly wit of longevity
Strong pedigree got me touchin papers, would never see, G
So do the in my claw, flourescents
symbolises the essence, you're in a sweppervescence
Drug investments, a thug's plug, the insurance, but informers
had you wanted for warrants 'fore you get enourmous
Life's a performance so players play wit
cos from war sense, any willing to get more intense
They to break us but all it did was just make us
travel acres for papers, bonafide money takers
Cos though we know we all gotta go
As long as leavin thievin, we'll be leavin wit some kind of doe,
so...

Nas, (AZ)

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

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