Luyện nghe bài hát Show Me What You Got

Hoo!
Yeah it's one of them marvelous shits
Yeah, Flipmode, huh, Busta Rhymes shit,
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 flat on the floor
We climb into the back of the
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 the score
Like a shot you in the face, through the peephole in the door
New York, down to Singapore
Keep you jumpin' around, had the bitches 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 warned niggas if you try to bite, shit I'll a crack in your jaw
Take the livest niggas out on a
Make a nigga black in the spot, 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 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 fresh
All my shorties that stay everyday
My get money who still hang around the way
All my get money bitches that 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 what you got for me

Now, yo, we packing the toast
give a fuck, bust at a ghost
And end up on the front of the
Niggas know I be rocking the most
Ethiopian bitches, living in the ivory coast
Let me drug y'all niggas up wit a
Make you act just you suppose'
a nigga playing me close
Nowadays type of dough that we
I and throw me a roast
And get an old face for a
We get it hype when we be calmg
Niggas my word is my bond
we come you know we the bomb
Hypnotic shit, get you
of known it was a bad move
Fucking around and me started
Still in the back of the truck
So what, not givin a
In the streets, it up
So what to the last nigga bust
Could give a whoever he was
Throw them niggas outta the
Them all, shit turning me off
Tie 'em up, makin 'em
Gag 'em in the wit a cloff
that we go and wild for the night
Make 'em know the style for the
Car low, for the night
You know we always give y'all niggas a
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 stuck in his