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

Hey yo Queens get the Money time no cash
I'm caught up in the hustle 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 fuck you think is to this day?
I'm tryin' to tell these niggas crime don't pay
looked at me and said "Queen's niggas don't play. Do your thing
I'll do mine kid stay my way"
It's type hard tryna survive in New York
Can't till I'm eatin' off a platinum plate
Po po comes around and tries to me
Lock me up but they can't deflate me cause
Havin' cash is highly
Especially when you're used to havin' money to with
I thought 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 tryna get this Lexus up, and plus a
Yo Big Noyd! (What up cuzin'?) I cope
With all these crab niggas tryna shorten my

Yo it's the r - a p
E - r, n - o - y - d
Niggas can't fuck me
Comin' straight QB
Pushin' an
You ask can I rip it constantly?
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 wit' it
I'm on wit' it
An' have it 'til I'm fuckin' dead and gone wit' it
Cause I'm a Composer of hardcore
A lyrical
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
Pass my gat and my lucci to my
In case my PO try to 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
Back to Queen's pumpin' the fiends 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 no time for fakin' jacks
Cuz niggas who fake jacks get laid on their
The streets is real roll without steel
I feel how I feel 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 about
So don't be
When we come through, cause we 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
dealin'
I'm frontin on the world I start 4-wheelin'
Cause back on the 41st side we do a
Sippin E & J, bent all night
Yo, who I never seen him in my whole life
Step to his business cause it's right
Po po ain't around so I grab my
Money retaliated so I hit the
My is on the line gotta hold my projects down
Can't see gettin' bodied by a clown-ass nigga
That ain't even from my
Hit him up in the chest and now he's me down dead
And up from the benches I started hearin' sirens
I firin'
He cut ass like a
Jetted to the cribpiece, what a
Stashed the heat then proceeded to peep out the
my son, "yo son we got beef
But no
Money had a problem so I him"

I got my mind on the stick-up now it's time to get
Thinkin' of ways to take already made
There's in the air, ain't no time to be afraid
Gimme yours and get
Give up the and get sprayed
I got of love, for my crew that is
No love for them crews and rival kids
All them out-a-town niggas know time it is
And if they don't they need to buy a
up
Caught up in the get theyself hurt
While I be gin straight in a plastic cup
On a bench on 12th st., my whole 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 feet and you what's it all about
The street life ain't nuttin' to play
No jokes no kid
For years I been the same shit
drinkin' liquor, doin' bids
Extortin' heads
And stickin' up the kids