Luyện nghe bài hát Give It Up Fast

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

Negotiating like an network
Don't catch a body experts and retrospect the foul connect
I lost but back then was my fault
Now time to floss

Eye for an eye what's is yours
I a suite with the flowers
Complementary at Towers
Sit at the we can build for hours

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

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

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

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

Ran his mouth a bitch, now he's layin' in a ditch
Daily dug for himself on his I had to piss
Scud never miss you
Hit you, scratch you off, we Jim Star rip through

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

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

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

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

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

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

These meridian' cats, insomniacs
Four in the mornin' we throwin' back Cognac juice
Lettin' gats in the blue van blitz through
These kids too find the pistol

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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