Luyện nghe bài hát Give Up The Goods (just Step)

Hey yo get the Money long time no cash
I'm caught up in the hustle the guns go blast
The retaliated so I had to think fast
out my heat first, he pull out his heat last
Now who the fuck you is livin' to this day?
I'm tryin' to tell these niggas crime don't pay
They looked at me and said "Queen's niggas play. Do your thing
I'll do kid stay outta my way"
It's hard tryna survive in New York state
Can't stop till I'm eatin' off a plate
Po po comes and tries to relocate me
Lock me up forever but they can't deflate me
cash is highly addictive
Especially when you're used to havin' to live with
I thought step back look at my life as a
Ain't no it seems the devil done stole my soul
I'm out for delfia, selfia, P's not ya
I'm tryna get this Lexus up, and plus a
Yo Big Noyd! (What up cuzin'?) I cope
With all these crab tryna shorten my rope

Yo it's the r - a p
E - r, n - o - y - d
Niggas fuck with me
straight outta QB
Pushin' an
You ask can I rip it Mentally?
Definitely, to the of me
and test me
Trust me, nigga couldn't me if he snuff me
So bust me, you're gonna have to, I'mma blast you
My lyrical like a miracle, ill
I'm born it
I'm on wit' it
An' I'mma have it 'til I'm fuckin' dead and wit' it
Cause I'm a Composer of hardcore
A destructor
Don't make me buck ya, cause I'm a muthafucka
You know my flow, you know my
pack my gat when I go to see my PO
Jump out my
my gat and my lucci to my shorty
In my PO try to troop me to the island
And if I start
Flippin' on niggas around wit' da nice gold medallions
But she violate me, so I escaped see
Back to Queen's pumpin' the fiends more Cream
Know I mean? I'm a natural born hustler
Won't try to cut ya, out my 4 4 and bust ya

Yo babe no for fakin' jacks
Cuz who fake jacks get laid on their backs
The streets is real can't roll steel
I how I feel cause I was born to kill
Do what I gotta, to eat a decent
Brothers is starvin', don't try to a job son
all about robbin'
So be alarmed
When we come through, we supposed to
If you to
Get your blown dude, off the map
Cause I react,
A brother wasn't blessed with so I act like that
Drug
I'm frontin on the world I start 4-wheelin'
Cause back on the side we do a ride
Sippin E & J, gettin' bent all
Yo, who dat? I never seen him in my life
Step to his cause it's only right
Po po around so I grab my pound
Money retaliated so I hit the
My life is on the line gotta hold my down
Can't see myself gettin' by a clown-ass nigga
That ain't even my town
Hit him up in the chest and now he's me down dead
And up under the benches I started hearin' sirens
I firin'
He cut ass like a
Jetted to the cribpiece, what a
Stashed the heat proceeded to peep out the window
my son, "yo son we got beef
But no
had a problem so I solved him"

I got my on the stick-up now it's time to get paid
Thinkin' of to take loot already made
There's crime in the air, ain't no to be afraid
Gimme yours and get
Give up the goods and get
I got of love, for my crew that is
No love for them other crews and kids
All them out-a-town niggas know what it is
And if they don't they to buy a watch
up
Caught up in the get theyself hurt
While I be sippin' gin straight in a cup
On a park on 12th st., my whole crew's famous
You tried to bust gat and keep it real but you nameless
First of all slow down, you on the route
Let me put you on your and show you what's it all about
The street life nuttin' to play with
No jokes no kid
For I been doin' the same shit
Just drinkin' liquor, doin'
Extortin' crack
And up the stick-up kids