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 guns go
The fool retaliated so I had to fast
out my heat first, he pull out his heat last
Now who the fuck you think is to this day?
I'm tryin' to tell these young niggas crime pay
They looked at me and said "Queen's niggas don't play. Do your
I'll do kid stay outta my way"
It's type hard tryna survive in New York
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 used to havin' money to live with
I thought back look at my life as a whole
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
With all these crab niggas 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 constantly?
Definitely, to the of me
and test me
Trust me, nigga couldn't me if he snuff me
So bust me, you're have to, cause I'mma blast you
My like a miracle, ill spiritual
I'm wit' it
I'm gettin' on 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 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 case my PO try to me to the island
And if I wildin'
Flippin' on 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, out my 4 4 and bust ya

Yo babe no time for fakin'
Cuz who fake jacks get laid on their backs
The is real can't roll without steel
I how I feel cause I was born to kill
Do what I gotta, to eat a meal
Brothers is starvin', don't try to a job son
It's all robbin'
So be alarmed
When we come through, cause we to
If you to
Get face blown dude, off the map
Cause I react,
A brother wasn't with wealth so I act like that
Drug
I'm frontin on the world once I start
back on the 41st side we do a ride
Sippin E & J, gettin' all night
Yo, who dat? I never seen him in my whole
Step to his business cause it's right
Po po ain't around so I grab my
Money retaliated so I hit the
My life is on the gotta hold my projects down
Can't see myself gettin' by a clown-ass nigga
That even from my town
Hit him up in the chest and now layin' me down dead
And up from under the benches I started sirens
I stop
He cut ass like a
Jetted to the cribpiece, what a
Stashed the heat proceeded to peep out the window
Call my son, "yo son we got
But no
Money had a so I solved him"

I got my mind on the stick-up now it's to get paid
Thinkin' of ways to take 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 niggas know what it is
And if they they need to buy a watch
up
Caught up in the get theyself hurt
While I be sippin' gin straight in a 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 your feet and show you what's it all
The street life nuttin' to play with
No jokes no kid
For I been doin' the same shit
Just liquor, doin' bids
Extortin' crack
And stickin' up the stick-up