Luyện nghe bài hát Give Up the Goods (Just Step) [Funkmaster Flex Version]

Hey yo Queens get the Money time no cash
I'm up in the hustle when the guns go blast
The fool retaliated so I had to fast
Pull out my heat first, he out his heat last
Now who the fuck you think is to this day?
I'm to tell these young niggas crime don't pay
They looked at me and said "Queen's don't play. Do your thing
do mine kid stay outta my way"
It's type hard tryna survive in New state
Can't stop till I'm off a platinum plate
Po po comes around and to relocate me
Lock me up forever but they can't deflate me
cash is highly addictive
Especially when you're used to havin' money to live
I thought step back 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 up, and plus a cellular
Yo Big Noyd! (What up cuzin'?) I can't
all these crab niggas tryna shorten my rope

Yo it's the r - a p
E - r, n - o - y - d
Niggas can't fuck me
Comin' straight QB
an Infiniti
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 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' and gone wit' it
Cause I'm a Composer of hardcore
A destructor
Don't me buck ya, cause I'm a wild muthafucka
You know my flow, you know my
Even my gat when I go to see my PO
out my hooptie
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 around wit' da nice gold medallions
But she violate me, so I escaped see
Back to Queen's pumpin' the fiends makin' Cream
Know I mean? I'm a natural born hustler
try to cut ya, pull out my 4 4 and bust ya

Yo babe no time for jacks
Cuz niggas who fake get laid on their backs
The streets is real can't roll without
I feel how I feel 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 through, cause we supposed to
If you to
Get your face dude, off the map
Cause I react,
A brother wasn't blessed wealth so I act like that
dealin'
I'm frontin on the world once I 4-wheelin'
Cause back on the 41st side we do a
Sippin E & J, gettin' bent all
Yo, who dat? I never seen him in my whole
Step to his business cause it's only
Po po around so I grab my pound
retaliated so I hit the ground
My life is on the 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 layin' me dead
And up under the benches I started hearin' sirens
I stop
He cut ass a diamond
Jetted to the cribpiece, a relief
Stashed the heat then proceeded to 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 already
There's crime in the air, ain't no 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 crews and rival kids
All them out-a-town niggas what time it is
And if don't 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 bench on 12th st., my whole crew's famous
You to bust your gat and keep it real but you nameless
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 ain't nuttin' to with
No jokes no kid
For years I doin' the same shit
Just drinkin' liquor, doin'
Extortin' heads
And stickin' up the stick-up