Luyện nghe bài hát Show Me What You Got

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

Yo, yo, Busta Rhymes the raw
Hardcore, raw, lay niggas flat on the floor
We climb the back of the four
Nonchalant flavor fo' sure, wit a aqua valor
Flava you never seen it before
Ha, holy, sacred, and
Flipmode, be on it fo'
Be incredible to settle the
Like a nigga 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'
Street niggas, we speak for the poor
Now we cheddar galore, when we shop and buy at the store
Metaphor like war
I warned niggas if you try to bite, shit I'll leave a crack in jaw
the livest niggas out on a tour
Make a nigga black in the spot, you want to take off a door

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

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