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 when the guns go
The fool retaliated so I had to think
out my heat first, he pull out his heat last
Now who the fuck you think is livin' to this
I'm tryin' to tell these niggas crime don't pay
They looked at me and said "Queen's 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 off a platinum plate
Po po comes around and to relocate me
Lock me up forever but they deflate me cause
Havin' cash is highly
Especially when you're to havin' money to live with
I thought step look at my life as a whole
Ain't no love it the devil done stole my soul
I'm out for delfia, selfia, P's not ya
I'm tryna get Lexus up, and plus a cellular
Yo Big Noyd! (What up cuzin'?) I cope
With all these crab niggas tryna shorten my

Yo the r - a double p
E - r, n - o - y - d
Niggas can't with me
Comin' 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, you're gonna have to, cause I'mma you
My lyrical a miracle, ill spiritual
I'm born it
I'm gettin' on it
An' I'mma have it 'til I'm fuckin' dead and gone it
I'm a what? Composer of hardcore
A lyrical
Don't make me ya, cause I'm a wild 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 my PO try to troop me to the island
And if I wildin'
Flippin' on niggas walkin' around 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 mean? I'm a natural born
Won't try to cut ya, out my 4 4 and bust ya

Yo no time for fakin' jacks
Cuz who fake jacks get laid on their backs
The streets is real roll without steel
I how I feel cause I was born to kill
Do I gotta, to eat a decent meal
Brothers is starvin', don't try to a job son
It's all robbin'
So don't be
When we come through, we supposed to
If you to
Get your blown dude, off the map
Cause I react,
A brother wasn't blessed with wealth so I act like
dealin'
I'm frontin on the world once I 4-wheelin'
Cause on the 41st side we do a ride
Sippin E & J, gettin' all night
Yo, who dat? I never seen him in my life
Step to his business cause only right
Po po ain't around so I my pound
retaliated so I hit the ground
My life is on the line gotta my projects down
Can't see myself gettin' bodied by a clown-ass
That ain't from my town
Hit him up in the chest and now he's layin' me dead
And up from the benches I started hearin' sirens
I stop
He cut ass a diamond
to the cribpiece, what 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 now it's time to get paid
Thinkin' of ways to take already made
crime in the air, ain't no time to be afraid
Gimme and get laid
Give up the goods and get
I got lots of love, for my crew is
No love for them other crews and 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 cross-fire get hurt
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 real but you
First of all down, you on the wrong route
Let me put you on your feet and you what's it all about
The street life nuttin' to play with
No jokes no kid
For I been doin' the same shit
Just drinkin' liquor, bids
crack heads
And stickin' up the kids