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 when the guns go blast
The fool retaliated so I had to 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 these niggas crime don't pay
They at me and said "Queen's niggas don't play. Do your thing
do mine kid stay outta my way"
It's type hard tryna survive in New state
Can't till I'm eatin' off a platinum plate
Po po comes around and to relocate me
Lock me up forever but they can't me cause
Havin' cash is highly
when you're used to havin' money to live with
I step back look at my life as a whole
Ain't no love it seems the devil done my soul
I'm out for delfia, selfia, P's not ya
I'm get this Lexus up, and plus a cellular
Yo Big Noyd! (What up cuzin'?) I can't
With all these crab niggas tryna my rope

Yo the r - a double 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
Come and me
me, nigga couldn't touch me if he snuff me
So bust me, you're gonna to, cause I'mma blast you
My like a miracle, ill spiritual
I'm wit' it
I'm on wit' it
An' I'mma have it 'til I'm fuckin' dead and wit' it
Cause I'm a what? Composer of
A destructor
Don't make me buck ya, I'm a wild muthafucka
You know my flow, you know my
Even pack my gat 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 wildin'
on niggas walkin' around wit' da nice gold medallions
But she violate me, so I escaped see
to Queen's pumpin' the fiends makin' more Cream
Know what I mean? I'm a natural hustler
Won't try to cut ya, out my 4 4 and bust ya

Yo babe no time for jacks
Cuz niggas who fake jacks get on their backs
The streets is real roll without steel
I how I feel cause 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 be alarmed
we come through, cause we supposed to
If you to
Get face blown dude, off the map
Cause I react,
A brother blessed with wealth so I act like that
dealin'
I'm frontin on the once I start 4-wheelin'
Cause back on the 41st we do a ride
Sippin E & J, gettin' bent all
Yo, who dat? I seen him in my whole life
to his business cause it's only right
Po po ain't around so I grab my
Money so I hit the ground
My is on the line gotta hold my projects down
see myself gettin' bodied 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 from the benches I started hearin' sirens
I stop
He cut ass like a
Jetted to the cribpiece, a relief
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 mind on the stick-up now it's to get paid
Thinkin' of ways to take loot already
There's crime in the air, no time to be afraid
yours and get laid
Give up the and get sprayed
I got of love, for my crew that is
No love for other crews and rival kids
All them out-a-town niggas know what 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 in a plastic cup
On a park bench on 12th st., my crew's famous
You tried to bust your gat and keep it real but you
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 liquor, doin' bids
Extortin' crack
And stickin' up the stick-up