Luyện nghe bài hát Show Me What You Got

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

Yo, yo, Busta the immaculate raw
Hardcore, riggady raw, lay flat on the floor
We climb 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 the score
Like a nigga shot you in the face, the peephole in the door
From New York, to Singapore
Keep you niggas jumpin' around, had the beggin fo' more
Street niggas, yeah we for the poor
Now we stack cheddar galore, when we and buy at the store
Metaphor nuclear war
I warned niggas if you try to bite, shit I'll leave a in your jaw
Take the livest out on a tour
Make a nigga in the spot, make you want to take off a door

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

Now, yo, we packing the toast
Could give a fuck, bust at a
And end up on the front of the
Niggas know I be rocking the most
Fuckin Ethiopian bitches, in the ivory coast
Let me drug niggas up wit a dose
you act just like you suppose'
Watch a nigga playing me
Nowadays type of dough that we
I celebrate and me a roast
And get an old for a host
We get it hype when we be calmg
know my word is my bond
When we you know we the bomb
shit, get you retarded
Should of known it was a bad
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 last nigga
Could a fuck whoever he was
Throw them niggas the clubs
niggas all, shit 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 the style for the night
Car low, pile for the
You know we give y'all niggas a blaze
Black it out and for days
Let niggas fuck with the strays
Fucking at the end of the days
money but it's too late
Got a nigga stuck in his