Luyện nghe bài hát Give It Up Fast

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

Negotiating an Illuminati network
Don't catch a body experts and retrospect till the foul
When I but back then was my fault
Now it's to floss

Eye for an eye what's mine is
I a suite with the flowers
at Trump Towers
Sit at the table we can build for

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

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

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

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

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

You deeper, you ain't havin' 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 guy strong me, I guess he got plans to ruin me
He ta do me slowly but surely I beat his fast ass a bit early
Grabbed the biased raid, the shit was
Put the drome to his dome let him know it's early

You can slide before I snatch the heat from his
Saw the in disguise by the look in his eyes
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 strucked up, ya strokes
So rapper playin' thug try to pro shit
(Yo, that nigga, man)
All I remember was I for his throat G
You see big guns and 3-D is

It gets deep, fuckin' with Chinese
Thai weed burnin' my hip from hot
Burnin' my lips from roach
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 loose in the blue van through
These kids too find the pistol

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

Numbed up for my fiery cup, I juice of sin's nectar
Saints found youth
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 fast, quick and not slow
Not to the cell if it ain't a freak show
Said you know Mobb is plannin' this shit
QBC, niggas grab click

Give it up fast, and not slow
Not goin' to the tables if it's not dough
Son you know Mobb Deep is 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 know I'm sayin'?
(Don't give up, don't give up, don't 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)
the rest of the crew