Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme Yours

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

Yo, hard to show resistance when money-gettin' niggas
Need my assistance to figures, beyond non-existence
Fuck keepin' my distance, 'cos bein' poor persistence
Plus plea's, a hundred G's, I had me blockin' out of jail
I'm recognized by the of individuals
and criminals, even willies that's really into jewels
But septic on who I cling to
'Cos every single nigga that through
Ain't my man '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
Temporarily the window world, don't the wise
Verbally nourish me, properly with inner city, urban GC
I fucked with those beyond my age
'Cos they analyze and mack to get the and stack it
Leavin' no trace to track it, keep on thinkin' tappers is
That shit, livin' the lifestyle, we filled with black wit

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

So in God I trust, I lust for a
And in too, I a million-plus, ain't much to discuss
Diamonds and double-digits, Versace down with lizards
realism so I visualisin' to live it
Movin' cleverly wit of longevity
Strong got me touchin' papers, others would never see, G
So do the crest in my claw,
Symbolizes the essence, sailin' in a sweppervescence

Drug investments, a thug's plug, the insurance, but informers
They had you wanted for warrants you get enormous
Life's a so players play wit endurance
'Cos from war sense, any villain's to get more intense
They tried to break us but all it did was make us
Travel across acres for papers, fide money takers
'Cos though we know we all gotta go
As as we're leavin' thievin', we'll be leavin' wit some kind of doe
So

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

gimme
(QB)
Just
(BK, VT)
Gimme what you get back
(See me, AZ y'all, representin')
Just
(Yeah, the life is strife life)
Why don't you gimme the
(Representin')
Gimme what you get back
(Life's a bitch)