Luyện nghe bài hát Show Me What You Got

Hoo!
Yeah it's another one of them shits
Yeah, Flipmode, huh, Busta shit, yeah
So remarkable,
As I say it over and over
From song to song, yeah, so
Hah, heh, yeah, so

Yo, yo, Busta Rhymes the raw
Hardcore, raw, lay niggas flat on the floor
We into the back of the four
flavor fo' sure, Timbs wit a aqua valor
Flava like you seen it before
Ha, holy, sacred, and
Flipmode, be on it fo'
Be incredible to settle the
Like a shot you in the face, through the peephole in the door
From New York, down to
Keep you niggas jumpin' around, had the bitches beggin fo'
niggas, yeah we speak for the poor
Now we stack cheddar galore, when we and buy at the store
Metaphor like war
I warned niggas if you try to bite, shit I'll a crack in your jaw
Take the livest out on a tour
Make a nigga black in the spot, make you to take off a door

All my who hustle everyday
All my dogs who everyday now
Own a store laundrymat the way
And own a store around the way now
We got to get it, YEAH!
My niggas, all my
Me What You Got for me, what you got for me
All my what ya got for me
All my shorties who fresh everyday
All my that stay fresh everyday
My get bitches who still hang around the way
All my get bitches that chill around the way now
We got to get it, YEAH! We
My bitches, all my bitches,
me what you got for me
What you got for me, all my bitches you got for me

Now, yo, we stay the toast
Could give a fuck, at a ghost
And end up on the of the post
Niggas know that I be rocking the
Fuckin Ethiopian bitches, in the ivory coast
Let me drug y'all up wit a dose
Make you act like you suppose'
a nigga playing me close
Nowadays type of dough that we
I celebrate and throw me a
And get an old for a host
We get it hype when we be calmg
Niggas know my is my bond
When we you know we the bomb
Hypnotic shit, get you
Should of it was a bad move
Fucking around and getting me
Still whipping in the of the truck
So what, not givin a
In the streets, it up
So what happened to the last bust
give a fuck whoever he was
Throw them outta the clubs
Them niggas all, turning me off
Tie 'em up, makin 'em
Gag 'em in the throat wit a
After that we go and for the night
'em know the style for the night
Car low, for the night
You know we always give y'all niggas a
Black it out and party for
Let niggas fuck with the strays
dimes at the end of the days
Getting but it's too late
Got a nigga in his ways