Luyện nghe bài hát Show Me What You Got

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

Yo, yo, Busta Rhymes the raw
Hardcore, riggady raw, lay niggas flat on the
We climb into the 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, through the in the door
New York, down to Singapore
Keep you niggas jumpin' around, had the bitches beggin fo'
Street niggas, we speak for the poor
Now we stack galore, when we shop and buy at the store
like nuclear war
I warned niggas if you try to bite, I'll leave a crack in your jaw
the livest niggas 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 everyday now
Own a laundrymat around the way
And own a store laundrymat 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 who stay fresh everyday
All my shorties that stay fresh
My get bitches who still 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,
me what you got for me
What you got for me, all my what you got for me

Now, yo, we stay packing the
give a fuck, bust at a ghost
And end up on the of the post
Niggas that I be rocking the most
Fuckin Ethiopian bitches, living in the coast
Let me drug y'all up wit a dose
Make you act just like you
Watch a nigga me close
type of dough that we gross
I and throw me a roast
And get an old for a host
We get it hype even when we be
Niggas my word is my bond
When we come you we the bomb
shit, get you retarded
Should of known it was a bad
Fucking and getting me started
Still whipping in the of the truck
So what, not a fuck
In the streets, it up
So what happened to the nigga bust
Could give a fuck he was
Throw them niggas outta the
Them niggas all, shit me off
Tie 'em up, 'em cough
Gag 'em in the wit a cloff
After that we go and wild for the
'em know the style for the night
Car low, pile for the
You we always give y'all niggas a blaze
Black it out and for days
Let y'all niggas with the strays
Fucking at the end of the days
Getting money but it's too
Got a nigga in his ways