Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme Yours

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

Yo, it's hard to show when money-gettin' niggas
Need my assistance to stock figures, non-existence
Fuck keepin' my distance, bein' poor produced persistence
Plus plea's, a G's, I had me blockin' out of jail centers
I'm recognized by the of individuals
Killers and criminals, even willies really into jewels
But septic on who I cling to
'Cos every single nigga that swing
Ain't my man just 'cos we

To mistake shit, even females be off that fake shit
Filled with envy and hatred but my hopes help me escape it
Temporarily the world, don't read the wise
Verbally nourish me, properly with that city, urban GC
I with those beyond my age bracket
they analyze and mack to get the papers and stack it
Leavin' no trace to track it, keep on thinkin' is accurate
That shit, livin' the lifestyle, we filled with black wit

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

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,
the essence, you're sailin' in a sweppervescence

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

Just
(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 don't you the world?
(Rollin' wit us)
what you can't get back
(It's real, NYC)

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