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

Yo the r - a double p
E - r, n - o - y - d
Niggas can't 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 touch me if he snuff me
So bust me, you're gonna have to, cause I'mma 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? of hardcore
A lyrical
make me buck ya, cause I'm a wild muthafucka
You my flow, you know my stilo
pack my gat when 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 start
on niggas walkin' around wit' da nice gold medallions
But she violate me, so I escaped see
Back to pumpin' the fiends makin' more Cream
Know what I I'm a natural born hustler
Won't try to cut ya, pull out my 4 4 and 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 through, cause we supposed to
If you to
Get face blown dude, off the map
I react, attack
A brother wasn't blessed with wealth so I act like
Drug
I'm frontin on the world I start 4-wheelin'
Cause back on the side we do a ride
Sippin E & J, gettin' bent all
Yo, who I never seen him in my whole life
Step to his business cause it's only
Po po ain't so I grab my pound
Money so I hit the ground
My life is on the line gotta hold my projects
see myself gettin' bodied 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 the benches I started hearin' sirens
I firin'
He cut ass a diamond
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 it's time to get
of ways to take loot already made
There's crime in the air, ain't no time to be
Gimme yours and get
up the goods and get sprayed
I got lots of love, for my that is
No love for other crews and rival kids
All them out-a-town know what time it is
And if they they need to buy a watch
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 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 your and show you what's it all about
The street ain't nuttin' to play with
No jokes no kid
For years I been doin' the same
drinkin' liquor, doin' bids
Extortin' crack
And up the stick-up kids