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 hustle the guns go blast
The fool so I had to think fast
Pull out my first, he pull out his heat last
Now who the you think is livin' to this day?
I'm tryin' to tell young niggas crime don't pay
They looked at me and said "Queen's niggas play. Do your thing
I'll do kid stay outta my way"
It's type hard tryna in New York state
stop till I'm eatin' off a platinum plate
Po po comes around and to relocate me
me up forever but they can't deflate me cause
Havin' cash is highly
Especially when you're used to havin' money to with
I thought step back look at my as a whole
no love it seems the devil done stole my soul
I'm out for delfia, selfia, P's not ya
I'm get this Lexus up, and plus a cellular
Yo Big Noyd! (What up cuzin'?) I cope
With all these niggas tryna shorten my rope

Yo the r - a double p
E - r, n - o - y - d
can't fuck with me
Comin' outta QB
an Infiniti
You ask can I rip it constantly?
Definitely, to the of me
and test me
Trust me, couldn't touch me if he snuff me
So bust me, you're gonna have to, I'mma blast you
My lyrical a miracle, ill spiritual
I'm wit' it
I'm on wit' 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 muthafucka
You know my flow, you my stilo
Even pack my gat I go to see my PO
out my hooptie
Pass my gat and my to my shorty
In case my PO try to troop me to the
And if I start
Flippin' on walkin' around wit' da nice gold medallions
But she didn't violate me, so I see
Back to Queen's the fiends makin' 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 feel how I feel cause I was to kill
Do what I gotta, to eat a meal
Brothers is starvin', try to find a job son
It's all about
So be alarmed
When we through, cause we supposed to
If you to
Get your face dude, off the map
I react, attack
A brother blessed with wealth so I act like that
dealin'
I'm frontin on the once I start 4-wheelin'
Cause back on the 41st side we do a
Sippin E & J, gettin' all night
Yo, who dat? I never seen him in my life
Step to his cause it's only right
Po po ain't around so I grab my
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 even from my
Hit him up in the chest and now he's me down dead
And up from under the benches I hearin' sirens
I firin'
He cut ass like a
Jetted to the cribpiece, a relief
Stashed the heat then proceeded to peep out the
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
of ways to take loot already made
There's crime in the air, no time to be afraid
Gimme yours and get
up the goods and get sprayed
I got lots of love, for my that is
No love for them other crews and rival
All them out-a-town niggas what time it is
And if they don't they to buy a watch
up
Caught up in the cross-fire get theyself
I be sippin' gin straight in a plastic cup
On a park on 12th st., my whole crew's famous
You to bust your gat and keep 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 life ain't nuttin' to play with
No jokes no kid
For years I been doin' the same
Just drinkin' liquor, doin'
Extortin' crack
And stickin' up the kids