Luyện nghe bài hát Give It Up Fast

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

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

Eye for an eye mine is yours
I need a suite the flowers
Complementary at Towers
Sit at the table we can for hours

On gettin' riches, a cinch, a glimpse
The World Is Yours all over the blimps
a toast to my foes, it's like a whole new beginning
From and prima, loads of women rockin' linen

I got a plan to the Hiroshima, Japan
Movin' niggas out tha hood and just 'em with fam
Ay yo, the like G Money said to us, man
About the like the horse with the cowboy brand

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

Yeah son, I'm feelin' it, opposition want me dead, 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, snitch

Ran his mouth a bitch, now he's layin' in a ditch
dug for himself on his grave I had to piss
Scud missile miss you
Hit you, scratch you off, we Jim Star rip through

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

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

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

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

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

It gets deep, fuckin' with these
weed burnin' my hip from hot gats
Burnin' my from roach clips
Catch me on and Bootlegger in the a.m.

These 'R-tape meridian' cats,
in the mornin' we throwin' back some Cognac juice
Lettin' gats in the blue van blitz through
These kids too find the pistol

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

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

My pipe games like a night top speed through ya warm piece
[Unverified] to say the

up the pussy fast, quick and not slow
Not goin' to the cell if it a freak show
Said you know Mobb Deep is plannin' this
QBC, grab their click

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

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

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

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