Luyện nghe bài hát Show Me What You Got

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

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

All my dogs who hustle
All my dogs who hustle 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
Show Me You Got for me, what you got for me
All my what ya got for me
All my shorties who stay fresh
All my shorties stay fresh everyday
My get money bitches who 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 stay the toast
Could give a fuck, bust at a
And end up on the front of the
know that I be rocking the most
Fuckin Ethiopian bitches, living in the coast
Let me drug y'all niggas up wit a
Make you act just like you
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 even when we be calmg
Niggas know my is my bond
When we come you know we the
shit, get you retarded
Should of known it was a bad
Fucking around and getting me
Still in the back of the truck
So what, not a fuck
In the streets, it up
So what happened to the nigga bust
give a fuck whoever he was
Throw them niggas outta the
Them all, shit turning me off
Tie 'em up, makin 'em
Gag 'em in the throat wit a
After that we go and for the night
Make 'em know the style for the
Car low, for the night
You know we always give y'all niggas a
it out and party for days
Let y'all niggas fuck with the
dimes at the end of the days
Getting money but it's too
Got a stuck in his ways