Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme Your's

Nas

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

1: AZ

Yo, it's hard to show resistance money-gettin niggas
need my assistance to figures, beyond 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 recognised by the illest of
Killers and criminals, even that's really into jewels
But still sceptic on who I to
Cos every single nigga that swing thru, ain't my man just cos we
To shit, even females be feedin off that fake shit
Filled with envy and hatred but my high hopes help me it
Temporarily the window world, don't the wise
Verbally nourish me, properly with that city, urban GC
I fucked those beyond my age bracket
cos they and mack to get the papers and stack it
Leavin no trace to track it, keep on thinkin tappers is
That mack shit, the lifestyle, we filled with black wit

Nas, (AZ)

Just (Pimp lines and dollar signs)
Just gimme (Rollin trees, G's)
Gimme what you get back (True dat, I thought you knew that)
Just gimme (Money getters, the bidders)
Why don't you 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 Versace with lizards
realism so I visualisin to live it
Movin cleverly wit intentions of
Strong pedigree got me papers, others would never see, G
So do the crest in my claw,
symbolises the essence, you're in a sweppervescence
Drug investments, a street plug, the insurance, but informers
they had you wanted for warrants 'fore you get
Life's a performance so players play wit
cos from war sense, any villain's willing to get more
tried to break us but all it did was just make us
travel across acres for papers, money takers
Cos though we know somehow we all go
As long as we're leavin thievin, be leavin wit some kind of doe,
so...

Nas, (AZ)

Just gimme (Pimp and dollar signs)
Just (Rollin trees, stackin G's)
what you can't get back (True dat, I thought you knew that)
Just (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)
Gimme you can't get back (See me, AZ y'all, representin)
Just gimme (Yeah, the street life is life)
Why don't you the world (Representin)
Gimme what you get back (Life's a bitch......)