Luyện nghe bài hát Show Me What Ya Got

[Intro - - talking]
Ch-ch-cheah, your tuned your boy the Chamillionator
Cause I stay 'em
what I'm talkin 'bout?
Mixtape Messiah 2
go

"Hey" - 7X during the Intro]

[Chorus 1 -
This is why I'm hot mama (woo)
This is why I'm hot little (Chamillitary mayne)
is why I'm hot shorty
(This is why I'm hot) -
This is why I'm hot
(Tell 'em why)
Cause I'm the of mixtapes

I'm the king of

[Verse 1 -
Yeah (woo), lookin right at the grim reaper like I don't need the of ya
The kid standin in the is the coroner
I hear the track and I it with the 40 of
caliber, that's when all askin you, what you recordin for?
I can't stand that boys soundin horrible
The rap game full of clowns a carnival (woo)
Your callin me, I'm over the water bro
on a boat, like a logo on a Nautica (woo)
We like to blaze, the fire of you wanted, yeah
She Blaze like the producer I got under the
Acapella got 'em good down in Florida
Go on put somethin in the air like (yeah)
Smoke one for the and peace is how their sleep
is gonna be, but with me your just dead meat (yeah)
Trust me bad for ya (yeah), kinda like red meat (meat)
Playin me homie, I promise you'll get beat (beat)
I'm on my grind, the album out next (week)
gonna be silent, like me when the Feds speak
Gotta 'em dozen, I got a ton of 'em
Lovin in, not in love with 'em, really not to cuddle hun
But I'll come, I'm back and they say I'm troublesome
But I'm way more than trouble, I'm double son
If his Terminator, I'm other one (other one)
He got one, assume who got the other gun
Bring it to life, the dead
Not buyin, stop cryin, make a record
I swear that y'all rappers hurtin my head
But my paper don't stop and you ain't my bread
I ain't worried about a snitch alertin the Feds
Take it to the old school go and learn it Red (haha)
Take it to the Pro if you heard somethin I said
That you think you can do better but prepare to be
The grinders on the east, be the C
They be like what up Kid? Like the name was
You the sayin, the sayin is you get what you see
They see that I'm paid but they use they vision on me (haha)
So bein broke is what a hater is to be
reachin like the pager that's stuck under the seat
Yeah, but you could miss me with thirty versus another coast
At dinner with Nas and Kelis, like here's toast
we hot as the rotisserie on the oven roast (roast)
Keep it trill and gettin paid is what I the most
I got a new Lincoln, that top is gettin air (time)
So they it Lincoln Continental Airlines
Chamillitary's the click (click) and isn't I'm
too (too good), they can't see the flow, (no) ... air rhymes
So go on let a player turn up the
Backin in the for the score, better box me in (for the score, box me in, woo)
Flawless victory, won't for a sloppy win
If you took me out, you gotta put me in top again
And I talkin 'bout myspace partner
Talkin 'bout the you got as my space partner

[Break - - talking]
Texas in the
They like show me what ya got (better show me ya got)
I'm like, hey we cocked a lot (hey we a lot)
Chamillitary run the spot
(Chamillitary mayne)

"Hey" -

[Verse 2 -
Uh huh, I'ma do it a Texas nigga though
Know what I'm sayin?
If you on top watch your spot and I don't care about the in my district (uh uh)
Bitch I'm for the big fish
and I did shit, put a few tapes out
This beat got some room Cham? (huh), your boy to space out (woo)
My flow proven, you lose and I out (yeah)
That's real talk, I go long a stakeout (naw)
Who got beef? Shit, I make steaks outta
the real, bring the fake outta nigga (yeah)
Stomp his ice cream, I make outta niggaz
Oh yeah, the flow crack, spit weight for the
Now I'm so impatient, can't wait for the
So I'm on the highway, weight for the figures
Nigga, I can't wait for them
Too bad, they said you was fittin to blow, so I
Who gassed, you the fucked up, I'm not for the dumb
Them thangs have you like the back of a dump truck (fall back)
Pump what, I'ma grown ass man
I give a fuck if you rap, I a fan nigga (I ain't a fan)
I give a fuck if you clap, I never ran (never ran)
So I tell 'em where I'm at is where I stand

"Hey" - [repeated 7X during the

- Famous - talking]
2-1-0, San Texas in the motherfuckin building
boy, fun, yeah, fuck

[Chorus 2 - - talking]
Now show me what ya got (now me what ya got)
([Chamillionaire:] Fam show 'em ya got)
Yeah, we a lot (haha, yeah)
If ain't run the spot
Famous, haha, too easy man
Run the boy (too easy man)
I'ma tell the world
Two ten, uh
Yeah, uh

"Hey" - [repeated 7X the Chorus]

[Verse 3 -
The 'Tone don't run, I'll these boys again y'all 'Tone don't run
I'm so hot, I'm so cold, call me sun
Up in NY, boys like your frozen son (what you 'em man)
And I'm the one
And that's not to mention all the flows done
And don't let me get to talkin the hoes I've run
through, who you to be
I'm right back on top, where I'm to be
Them ho niggaz left me hangin a poster be
But naw, I'm in the mix for 2K6
Put that Jacob to grill, watch your lip little niglet
Haha, yeah, me what it is
in this bitch, tried to told 'em I'm the shit (tried to told 'em)
I 'em about back like a summer ago
210 on my arm, you where I'm comin from
San Anton' Texas on the map man better believe it