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 the guns go blast
The fool so I had to think fast
Pull out my heat first, he out his heat last
Now who the fuck you think is to this day?
I'm tryin' to tell these young crime don't pay
looked at me and said "Queen's niggas don't play. Do your thing
I'll do mine kid stay my way"
It's type 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 me cause
Havin' cash is addictive
Especially when you're used to money to live with
I thought step back look at my life as a
Ain't no love it seems the devil done my soul
I'm out for delfia, selfia, P's not ya
I'm tryna get this up, and plus a cellular
Yo Big Noyd! (What up cuzin'?) I cope
With all these crab niggas shorten my rope

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

Yo babe no time for fakin'
Cuz who fake jacks get laid on their backs
The streets is can't roll without steel
I feel how I feel I was born to kill
Do what I gotta, to eat a meal
Brothers is starvin', try to find a job son
all about robbin'
So don't be
When we come through, we supposed to
If you to
Get your face dude, off the map
Cause I react,
A wasn't blessed with wealth so I act like that
dealin'
I'm frontin on the world once I 4-wheelin'
back on the 41st side we do a ride
Sippin E & J, bent all night
Yo, who I never seen him in my whole life
Step to his business cause it's right
Po po ain't around so I my pound
Money retaliated so I hit the
My life is on the gotta hold my projects down
Can't see myself gettin' bodied by a nigga
That even from my town
Hit him up in the chest and now he's me down dead
And up from the benches I started hearin' sirens
I firin'
He cut ass like a
Jetted to the cribpiece, a relief
Stashed the heat then proceeded to out the window
Call my son, "yo son we got
But no
had a problem so I solved him"

I got my mind on the stick-up now it's to get paid
Thinkin' of ways to take loot made
There's crime in the air, ain't no to be afraid
Gimme and get laid
Give up the and get sprayed
I got lots of love, for my that is
No love for them other and rival kids
All them out-a-town niggas what time it is
And if don't they need to buy a watch
up
Caught up in the cross-fire get hurt
While I be sippin' gin in a plastic 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 slow down, you on the route
Let me put you on feet and show you what's it all about
The street life ain't nuttin' to play
No no games kid
For I been doin' the same shit
Just drinkin' liquor, doin'
Extortin' heads
And stickin' up the kids