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

Hey yo Queens get the Money long no cash
I'm caught up in the when the guns go blast
The fool retaliated so I had to think
Pull out my heat first, he pull out his last
Now who the fuck you think is to this day?
I'm tryin' to tell these young niggas don't pay
They looked at me and said "Queen's niggas don't play. Do thing
I'll do mine kid stay my way"
It's type tryna survive in New York state
stop till I'm eatin' off a platinum plate
Po po comes and tries to relocate me
Lock me up forever but they can't me cause
cash is highly addictive
Especially you're used to havin' 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 Lexus up, and plus a cellular
Yo Big Noyd! (What up cuzin'?) I cope
With all these crab 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 couldn't touch me if he me
So bust me, you're gonna have to, cause blast you
My like a miracle, ill spiritual
I'm born it
I'm gettin' on it
An' I'mma have it I'm fuckin' dead and gone wit' it
Cause I'm a Composer of hardcore
A destructor
Don't make me buck ya, cause I'm a wild
You know my flow, you know my
Even pack my gat I go to see my PO
Jump out my
Pass my gat and my lucci to my
In case my PO try to me to the island
And if I wildin'
Flippin' on niggas walkin' around wit' da gold medallions
But she didn't me, so I escaped see
Back to Queen's pumpin' the fiends more Cream
Know what I mean? I'm a born hustler
Won't try to cut ya, pull out my 4 4 and ya

Yo babe no for fakin' jacks
Cuz niggas who jacks get laid on their backs
The streets is real can't without steel
I feel how I feel I was born to kill
Do what I gotta, to eat a meal
is starvin', don't try to find a job son
It's all robbin'
So be alarmed
When we through, cause we supposed to
If you to
Get your face 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 I start 4-wheelin'
Cause on the 41st side we do a ride
Sippin E & J, bent all night
Yo, who dat? I seen him in my whole life
to his business cause it's only right
Po po around so I grab my pound
retaliated so I hit the ground
My life is on the line hold my projects down
Can't see myself bodied by a clown-ass nigga
That ain't even my town
Hit him up in the chest and now he's layin' me dead
And up under the benches I started hearin' sirens
I stop
He cut ass like a
Jetted to the cribpiece, a relief
the heat then proceeded to peep 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 now it's time to get paid
Thinkin' of ways to take loot made
There's crime in the air, ain't no time to be
Gimme and get laid
up the goods and get sprayed
I got lots of love, for my crew is
No love for them other and rival kids
All out-a-town niggas know what time it is
And if they don't they need to buy a
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 real but you
First of all down, you on the wrong 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 years I been doin' the same
Just drinkin' liquor, bids
crack heads
And stickin' up the stick-up