Luyện nghe bài hát Show Me What You Got

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

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

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

Now, yo, we packing the toast
Could give a fuck, bust at a
And end up on the front of the
Niggas know I be rocking the most
Fuckin Ethiopian bitches, living in the ivory
Let me drug y'all niggas up wit a
Make you act just like you
a nigga playing me close
Nowadays of dough that we gross
I celebrate and 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
Should of it was a bad move
Fucking around and getting me
Still in the back of the truck
So what, not givin a
In the streets, it up
So happened to the last nigga bust
Could a fuck whoever he was
Throw them niggas the clubs
Them all, shit turning me off
Tie 'em up, 'em cough
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 for days
Let niggas fuck with the strays
dimes at the end of the days
Getting money but it's too
Got a nigga stuck in his