Luyện nghe bài hát Show Me What You Got

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

Yo, yo, Busta the immaculate raw
Hardcore, riggady raw, lay niggas 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, through the in the door
From New York, to Singapore
Keep you niggas jumpin' around, had the beggin fo' more
niggas, yeah we speak for the poor
Now we cheddar galore, when we shop and buy at the store
like nuclear war
I warned niggas if you try to bite, shit I'll leave a 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 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
Me What You Got for me, what you got for me
All my niggas ya got for me
All my who stay fresh everyday
All my that stay fresh everyday
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,
me what you got for me
What you got for me, all my bitches you got for me

Now, yo, we stay the toast
Could a fuck, bust at a ghost
And end up on the front of the
Niggas know that I be rocking the
Fuckin bitches, living in the ivory coast
Let me y'all niggas up wit a dose
Make you act just like you
Watch a nigga me close
type of dough that we gross
I and throw me a roast
And get an old face for a
We get it hype even 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
around and getting me started
Still whipping in the back of the
So what, not givin a
In the streets, it up
So what happened to the nigga bust
Could give a fuck he was
them niggas outta the clubs
Them all, shit turning me off
Tie 'em up, 'em cough
Gag 'em in the wit a cloff
After we go and wild for the night
Make 'em the style for the night
Car low, for the night
You we always give y'all niggas a blaze
Black it out and for days
Let niggas fuck with the strays
Fucking at the end of the days
Getting money but it's too
Got a stuck in his ways