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

Hey yo Queens get the Money long time no
I'm caught up in the hustle when the guns go
The retaliated so I had to think fast
out my heat first, he pull out his heat last
Now who the fuck you think is livin' to this
I'm to tell these young 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 stop till I'm eatin' off a plate
Po po comes around and to relocate me
me up forever but they can't deflate me cause
Havin' is highly addictive
Especially you're used to havin' money to live with
I thought step look at my life as a whole
Ain't no love it seems the done 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 can't
With all these niggas tryna shorten my rope

Yo the r - a double p
E - r, n - o - y - d
Niggas can't fuck me
Comin' outta QB
Pushin' an
You ask can I rip it Mentally?
Definitely, to the of me
Come and me
me, nigga couldn't touch me if he snuff me
So bust me, you're gonna to, cause I'mma blast you
My like a miracle, ill spiritual
I'm born it
I'm on wit' it
An' I'mma have it 'til I'm fuckin' dead and gone it
Cause I'm a 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
Pass my gat and my to my shorty
In my PO try to troop me to the island
And if I wildin'
Flippin' on niggas walkin' wit' da nice gold medallions
But she didn't me, so I escaped see
Back to Queen's pumpin' the fiends makin' more
Know what I I'm a natural born hustler
try to cut ya, pull out my 4 4 and bust ya

Yo no time for fakin' jacks
Cuz niggas who fake jacks get laid on their
The streets is real can't roll steel
I feel how I feel cause I was born to
Do what I gotta, to eat a decent
Brothers is starvin', try to find a job son
It's all robbin'
So don't be
we come through, cause we supposed to
If you to
Get face blown dude, off the map
Cause I react,
A wasn't blessed with wealth so I act like that
dealin'
I'm frontin on the world once I start
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 only right
Po po ain't 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' bodied by a nigga
That even from my town
Hit him up in the chest and now he's me down dead
And up from the benches I started hearin' sirens
I stop
He cut ass like a
to the cribpiece, what a relief
Stashed the heat then to peep out the window
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 to get paid
Thinkin' of ways to take loot made
There's crime in the air, ain't no to be afraid
yours and get laid
Give up the and get sprayed
I got of love, for my crew that is
No love for them other crews and 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 hurt
While I be gin straight in a plastic cup
On a park bench on st., my whole crew's famous
You tried to bust your gat and it real but you nameless
First of all slow down, you on the wrong
Let me put you on feet and show you what's it all about
The street life ain't nuttin' to with
No jokes no kid
For I been doin' the same shit
Just liquor, doin' bids
crack heads
And stickin' up the stick-up