Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme Yours

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

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

To shit, even females be feedin' off that fake shit
Filled with and hatred but my high hopes help me escape it
Temporarily the window world, read the wise
Verbally nourish me, properly with that inner city, GC
I fucked with beyond my age bracket
'Cos they 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

gimme
(Pimp lines and signs)
Just
(Rollin' trees, G's)
Gimme what you 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, for the five Burroughs

So in God I trust, I lust for a
And in too, I touch a million-plus, ain't to discuss
Diamonds and double-digits, Versace down with lizards
realism so I visualisin' to live it
Movin' wit intentions of longevity
Strong pedigree got me touchin' papers, others would see, G
So do the crest in my claw,
Symbolizes the essence, you're in a sweppervescence

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

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

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