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 first, he pull out his heat last
Now who the fuck you think is livin' to day?
I'm tryin' to tell young niggas crime don't pay
They looked at me and said "Queen's niggas play. Do your thing
do mine kid stay outta my way"
It's type hard tryna in New York state
stop till I'm eatin' off a platinum plate
Po po comes around and tries to me
me up forever but they can't deflate me cause
Havin' is highly addictive
Especially when you're used to havin' money to with
I step back look at my life as a whole
Ain't no love it seems the devil stole 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 cope
With all these niggas tryna shorten my rope

Yo it's the r - a p
E - r, n - o - y - d
Niggas can't with me
Comin' straight QB
Pushin' an
You ask can I rip it Mentally?
Definitely, to the of me
Come and me
Trust me, nigga couldn't touch me if he me
So bust me, gonna have to, cause I'mma blast you
My like a miracle, ill spiritual
I'm born it
I'm gettin' on 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 ya, cause I'm a wild muthafucka
You know my flow, you my stilo
pack my gat when 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 wildin'
Flippin' on niggas walkin' around wit' da nice gold
But she didn't violate me, so I see
Back to pumpin' the fiends makin' more Cream
Know what I I'm a natural born hustler
try to cut ya, pull out my 4 4 and bust ya

Yo babe no time for fakin'
Cuz niggas who fake get laid on their backs
The streets is real roll without steel
I feel how I feel cause I was to kill
Do I gotta, to eat a decent meal
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
I react, attack
A brother wasn't blessed with so I act like that
Drug
I'm on the world once I start 4-wheelin'
back on the 41st side we do a ride
Sippin E & J, gettin' all night
Yo, who I never seen him in my whole life
Step to his business it's 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 gettin' by a clown-ass nigga
That ain't 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 stop
He cut ass like a
to the cribpiece, what a relief
Stashed the heat proceeded to peep out the window
my son, "yo son we got beef
But no
Money had a so I solved him"

I got my mind on the stick-up now time to get paid
of ways to take loot already made
There's crime in the air, no time to be afraid
Gimme yours and get
Give up the and get sprayed
I got lots of love, for my crew is
No for them other crews and rival kids
All them out-a-town niggas 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 gin straight in a plastic cup
On a park bench on 12th st., my whole crew's
You to bust your gat and keep it real but you nameless
First of all slow down, you on the wrong
Let me put you on your feet and show you it all about
The street life ain't nuttin' to play
No jokes no kid
For years I been doin' the shit
drinkin' liquor, doin' bids
Extortin' heads
And stickin' up the stick-up