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 and over again
song to song, yeah, so remarkable
Hah, heh, yeah, so

Yo, yo, Rhymes the immaculate raw
Hardcore, raw, lay niggas flat on the floor
We climb into the of the four
Nonchalant fo' sure, Timbs wit a aqua valor
Flava you never seen it before
Ha, holy, sacred, and
Flipmode, be on it fo'
Be to settle the score
Like a nigga shot you in the face, the peephole in the door
From New York, down to
Keep you niggas jumpin' around, had the beggin fo' more
Street niggas, we speak for the poor
Now we stack cheddar galore, when we shop and buy at the
Metaphor nuclear war
I warned niggas if you try to bite, shit I'll a crack in your jaw
Take the niggas out on a tour
Make a nigga black in the spot, make you to take off a door

All my dogs who everyday
All my dogs who everyday now
Own a store around the way
And own a laundrymat 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 that stay everyday
My get money bitches who still hang the way
All my get money that 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 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 bitches, living in the ivory coast
Let me drug y'all up wit a dose
Make you act like you suppose'
Watch a nigga playing me
Nowadays type of that we gross
I and throw me a roast
And get an old for a host
We get it hype even 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
around 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 a fuck whoever he was
them niggas outta the clubs
Them niggas all, 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 the style for the night
Car low, for the night
You we always give y'all niggas a blaze
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