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

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

All my dogs who everyday
All my who hustle 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
Show Me You Got for me, what you got for me
All my niggas ya got for me
All my shorties who fresh everyday
All my shorties that stay everyday
My get money bitches who 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 bitches 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 that I be rocking the
Ethiopian bitches, living in the ivory coast
Let me y'all niggas up wit a dose
Make you act just you suppose'
Watch a nigga me close
Nowadays type of that we gross
I and throw me a roast
And get an old face for a
We get it even when we be calmg
Niggas know my is my bond
When we come you we the bomb
Hypnotic shit, get you
Should of known it was a bad
Fucking around and me started
Still whipping in the back of the
So what, not a fuck
In the streets, it up
So what happened to the last nigga
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 throat wit a
After we go and wild for the night
'em know the style for the night
Car low, for the night
You know we give y'all niggas a blaze
it out and party for days
Let y'all niggas fuck the strays
Fucking at the end of the days
Getting but it's too late
Got a nigga stuck in his