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

Hey yo Queens get the long time no cash
I'm up in the hustle when the guns go blast
The fool retaliated so I had to fast
Pull out my heat first, he out his heat last
Now who the you think is livin' to this day?
I'm tryin' to tell these young crime don't pay
They at me and said "Queen's niggas don't play. Do your thing
I'll do kid stay outta my way"
It's type hard tryna in New York state
Can't stop till I'm off a platinum plate
Po po comes and tries to relocate me
me up forever but they can't deflate me cause
Havin' cash is addictive
Especially when you're to havin' money to live with
I thought step look at my life as a whole
Ain't no love it seems the devil done stole my
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 can't
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 touch me if he me
So bust me, you're gonna to, cause I'mma blast you
My lyrical a miracle, ill spiritual
I'm born it
I'm gettin' on it
An' I'mma have it 'til I'm dead and gone wit' it
I'm a what? Composer of hardcore
A destructor
Don't make me buck ya, cause I'm a wild
You my flow, you know my stilo
Even pack my gat I go to see my PO
Jump out my
my gat and my lucci to my shorty
In case my PO try to me to the island
And if I wildin'
Flippin' on walkin' around wit' da nice gold medallions
But she didn't violate me, so I see
Back to Queen's pumpin' the makin' more Cream
what 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 niggas who fake get laid on their backs
The is real can't roll without steel
I feel how I cause I was born to kill
Do what I gotta, to eat a decent
is starvin', don't try to find a job son
It's all robbin'
So don't be
When we come through, cause we to
If you to
Get your blown dude, off the map
Cause I react,
A brother wasn't blessed with wealth so I act that
Drug
I'm frontin on the world once I 4-wheelin'
Cause back on the 41st we do a ride
Sippin E & J, gettin' all night
Yo, who dat? I seen him in my whole life
Step to his business cause only right
Po po around so I grab my pound
Money so I hit the ground
My is on the line gotta hold my projects down
Can't see myself bodied by a clown-ass nigga
ain't even from my town
Hit him up in the chest and now he's layin' me dead
And up from under the benches I started sirens
I firin'
He cut ass a diamond
Jetted to the cribpiece, a relief
the heat then proceeded to peep out the window
Call my son, "yo son we got
But no
Money had a so I solved him"

I got my mind on the stick-up now it's to get paid
Thinkin' of ways to take 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 of love, for my crew that is
No for them other crews and rival kids
All out-a-town niggas know what time 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 in a plastic cup
On a park bench on 12th st., my whole 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 ain't to play with
No no games kid
For years I been doin' the same
drinkin' liquor, doin' bids
Extortin' heads
And stickin' up the stick-up