Luyện nghe bài hát Show Me What You Got

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

Yo, yo, Busta the immaculate raw
Hardcore, raw, lay niggas flat on the floor
We into the back of the four
Nonchalant flavor fo' sure, Timbs wit a aqua
Flava 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, through the in the door
From New York, to Singapore
Keep you niggas jumpin' around, had the bitches fo' more
Street niggas, yeah we speak for the
Now we cheddar galore, when we shop and buy at the store
Metaphor nuclear war
I warned niggas if you try to bite, I'll leave a crack in your jaw
Take the niggas out on a tour
Make a nigga black in the spot, make you want to take off a

All my dogs who hustle
All my dogs who 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 stay everyday
All my shorties that stay everyday
My get money bitches who still hang the way
All my get money bitches chill around 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 bitches you got for me

Now, yo, we stay packing the
Could give a fuck, at a ghost
And end up on the of the post
know that I be rocking the most
Fuckin Ethiopian bitches, living in the ivory
Let me drug y'all niggas up wit a
Make you act like you suppose'
a nigga playing me close
Nowadays of dough that we gross
I and throw me a roast
And get an old for a host
We get it even when we be calmg
Niggas know my word is my
When we come you know we the
Hypnotic shit, get you
of known it was a bad move
Fucking around and me started
Still whipping in the of the truck
So what, not a fuck
In the streets, it up
So happened to the last nigga bust
Could a fuck whoever he was
Throw them niggas outta the
niggas 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, pile for the
You know we always y'all niggas a blaze
Black it out and party for
Let y'all fuck with the strays
dimes at the end of the days
Getting but it's too late
Got a nigga in his ways