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

Hey yo Queens get the long time no cash
I'm caught up in the hustle when the guns go
The fool so I had to think fast
Pull out my heat first, he out his heat last
Now who the fuck you think is livin' to day?
I'm tryin' to tell these young 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 survive in New York state
Can't stop I'm eatin' off a platinum plate
Po po comes and tries to relocate me
Lock me up but they can't deflate me cause
Havin' cash is addictive
Especially when you're used to havin' to live with
I thought step look at my life 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 tryna get this Lexus up, and a cellular
Yo Big Noyd! (What up cuzin'?) I can't
With all these crab niggas shorten my rope

Yo it's the r - a p
E - r, n - o - y - d
Niggas can't fuck me
straight outta QB
Pushin' an
You ask can I rip it constantly?
Definitely, to the of me
Come and me
Trust me, nigga couldn't me if he snuff me
So bust me, gonna have to, cause I'mma blast you
My lyrical like a miracle, ill
I'm wit' it
I'm on wit' it
An' I'mma have it 'til I'm fuckin' dead and wit' it
Cause I'm a what? Composer of
A destructor
Don't make me ya, cause I'm a wild muthafucka
You my flow, you know my stilo
pack my gat when 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 start
Flippin' on niggas walkin' around da nice gold medallions
But she didn't violate me, so I see
Back to pumpin' the fiends makin' more Cream
Know what I mean? I'm a natural hustler
try to cut ya, pull out my 4 4 and bust ya

Yo babe no time for fakin'
Cuz niggas who fake get laid on their backs
The streets is can't roll without steel
I how I feel cause I was born to kill
Do I gotta, to eat a decent meal
Brothers is starvin', try to find a job son
all about robbin'
So be alarmed
we come through, cause we supposed 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
dealin'
I'm frontin on the world once I 4-wheelin'
Cause on the 41st side we do a ride
Sippin E & J, bent all night
Yo, who dat? I never him in my whole life
Step to his business cause it's only
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 bodied by a clown-ass nigga
That ain't from my town
Hit him up in the and now he's layin' me down dead
And up under the benches I started hearin' sirens
I stop
He cut ass like a
Jetted to the cribpiece, a relief
Stashed the heat then to peep out the window
my son, "yo son we got beef
But no
Money had a so I solved him"

I got my mind on the stick-up now it's time to get
of ways to take loot 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 time it is
And if don't they need to buy a watch
up
Caught up in the cross-fire get theyself
While I be gin straight in a plastic cup
On a park bench on 12th st., my whole crew's
You tried to bust your gat and keep it but you nameless
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 nuttin' to play with
No jokes no kid
For I been doin' the same shit
drinkin' liquor, doin' bids
Extortin' crack
And stickin' up the stick-up