Luyện nghe bài hát Give It Up Fast

Got out the airport, the Mobb pick me up in the
Jury junkie like fuck, I ain't to get stuck
So what's the poppy? You heard the feds almost got me
I had the posse all up in my room and lobby

like an Illuminati network
Don't catch a body experts and till the foul connect
When I lost but then was my fault
Now it's time to

Eye for an eye mine is yours
I need a with the flowers
at Trump Towers
Sit at the table we can build for

On gettin' riches, a cinch, a glimpse
The World Is Yours written all over the
Here's a toast to my foes, it's like a whole new
From [unverified] and prima, loads of women linen

I got a plan to blow the Hiroshima,
niggas out tha hood and just divide 'em with fam
Ay yo, the bitches like G Money to us, man
About the dick like the with the cowboy brand

Give it up fast, quick and not
Not goin' to the tables if not about dough
Son you know Mobb Deep is runnin' this
QBC, nigga your click

Yeah son, I'm feelin' it, want me dead, concealin' shit
Four gats got me livin', kid, through my pyramid
You secondary, go against the then you adversary
Had to bury niggas on my side, that

Ran his mouth like a bitch, now he's in a ditch
Daily dug for on his grave I had to piss
missile never miss you
Hit you, you off, we left Jim Star rip through

You metal deeper, you ain't it me either
It's drama, got time for no breathers
Rapper Noyd these niggas into believers

Huh, huh
Hey Noyd, what up cat right here, man
up

The tough guy strong me, I he got plans to ruin me
He want ta do me slowly but surely I beat his ass a bit early
Grabbed the raid, the shit was curly
Put the drome to his let him know it's never early

You can slide before I snatch the from his side
Saw the devil in disguise by the look in his
He was surprised I snatched him up his gat
And backed him up, to the side, P blast em up

Hey yo, cannons are rough, you got up, ya strokes slit
So rapper nigga playin' try to pro shit
(Yo, kill nigga, man)
All I remember was I shot for his G
You see big and 3-D is haunting

It gets deep, with these Chinese
weed burnin' my hip from hot gats
Burnin' my lips from clips
me on 40th and Bootlegger in the a.m.

These 'R-tape meridian' cats,
Four in the mornin' we throwin' back some Cognac
gats loose in the blue van blitz through
These too couldn't find the pistol

Ay yo, I got the Lexus, holdin' my
I'm off some next shit, gasoline wick, a kerosene twist
Stumblin', of my gun right, it's slipped down its caliber
Lookin' for that he can stab now

Numbed up for my fiery cup, I held of sin's nectar
Saints found they
Mega-action, bitches all around ready to
Big asses, you all the shit, pressin' ya luck

My pipe games like a train top speed through ya warm piece
to say the least

Give up the pussy fast, and not slow
Not goin' to the cell if it ain't a show
Said you know Mobb Deep is this shit
QBC, niggas their click

it up fast, quick and not slow
Not goin' to the tables if not about dough
Son you Mobb Deep is runnin' this shit
QBC, grab your click

(And how it go)
And that's it
(If it a freak show)
It ain't a show

Ya what I'm sayin'?
(Don't give up, don't give up, give up)
go
(You the deal)
Rapper Noyd, rapper P, Nas, Havoc to the

we out, what up
(The Infamous)
It's baby
(Fuck 9-6 to 9-7)
Tell the rest of the