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

Hey yo Queens get the Money long time no
I'm caught up in the hustle when the go blast
The retaliated so I had to think fast
Pull out my heat first, he pull out his heat
Now who the fuck you think is livin' to this
I'm tryin' to tell young niggas crime don't pay
They looked at me and "Queen's niggas don't play. Do your thing
I'll do mine kid outta my way"
type hard tryna survive in New York state
Can't stop till I'm off a platinum plate
Po po comes around and to relocate me
Lock me up forever but they can't deflate me
Havin' is highly addictive
Especially when used to havin' money to live with
I thought step back at my life as a whole
Ain't no love it seems the 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 can't
With all these crab tryna shorten my rope

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

Yo babe no time for jacks
Cuz niggas who fake jacks get on their backs
The is real can't roll without steel
I feel how I feel cause I was to kill
Do what I gotta, to eat a meal
Brothers is starvin', try to find a job son
It's all robbin'
So don't be
we come through, cause we supposed to
If you to
Get your face dude, off the map
I react, attack
A wasn't blessed with wealth so I act like that
dealin'
I'm frontin on the world I start 4-wheelin'
Cause back on the side we do a ride
Sippin E & J, bent all night
Yo, who dat? I never seen him in my whole
Step to his business it's only right
Po po ain't around so I grab my
Money retaliated so I hit the
My life is on the line hold my projects down
Can't see myself gettin' by a clown-ass nigga
ain't even from my town
Hit him up in the chest and now he's layin' me down
And up from under the I started hearin' sirens
I stop
He cut ass like a
to the cribpiece, what a relief
Stashed the heat then proceeded to out the window
my son, "yo son we got beef
But no
had a problem so I solved him"

I got my mind on the stick-up now it's to get paid
of ways to take loot already made
There's crime in the air, ain't no time to be
yours and get laid
Give up the and get sprayed
I got lots of love, for my crew is
No love for them crews and rival kids
All them niggas know what time it is
And if they don't they need to buy a
up
Caught up in the cross-fire get theyself
While I be sippin' gin straight in a cup
On a park bench on 12th st., my whole famous
You tried to bust your gat and keep it but you nameless
First of all down, you on the wrong route
Let me put you on feet and show you what's it all about
The street life nuttin' to play with
No no games kid
For years I been doin' the shit
Just drinkin' liquor, doin'
crack heads
And up the stick-up kids