Luyện nghe bài hát Show Me What You Got

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

Yo, yo, Busta Rhymes the raw
Hardcore, riggady raw, lay niggas on the floor
We climb the back of the four
Nonchalant flavor fo' sure, wit a aqua valor
like you never seen it before
Ha, holy, sacred, and
Flipmode, be on it fo'
Be incredible to settle the
Like a nigga shot you in the face, the peephole in the door
From New York, down to
Keep you niggas jumpin' around, had the bitches fo' more
niggas, yeah we speak for the poor
Now we stack cheddar galore, when we shop and buy at the
Metaphor like war
I warned niggas if you try to bite, shit I'll leave a in your jaw
Take the niggas out on a tour
Make a nigga black in the spot, make you to take off a door

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

Now, yo, we stay the toast
Could a fuck, bust at a ghost
And end up on the front of the
Niggas that I be rocking the most
Ethiopian bitches, living in the ivory coast
Let me drug niggas up wit a dose
Make you act just you suppose'
Watch a playing me close
Nowadays of dough that we gross
I celebrate and throw me a
And get an old face for a
We get it even when we be calmg
know my word is my bond
When we come you know we the
Hypnotic shit, get you
Should of known it was a bad
Fucking around and me started
whipping in the back of the truck
So what, not a fuck
In the streets, it up
So what to the last nigga bust
Could a fuck whoever he was
Throw niggas outta the clubs
Them all, shit turning me off
Tie 'em up, makin 'em
Gag 'em in the throat wit a
After we go and wild for the night
Make 'em know the for the night
Car low, pile for the
You know we give y'all niggas a blaze
Black it out and party for
Let y'all niggas fuck the strays
dimes at the end of the days
Getting money but too late
Got a stuck in his ways