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

Hey yo Queens get the Money long 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 livin' to day?
I'm tryin' to tell these young niggas don't pay
They looked at me and said "Queen's niggas don't play. Do thing
I'll do mine kid outta my way"
type hard tryna survive in New York state
Can't stop till I'm eatin' off a plate
Po po comes around and tries to me
Lock me up forever but can't deflate me cause
Havin' cash is addictive
Especially when you're used to havin' to live with
I thought back look 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 Lexus up, and 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
Niggas fuck 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 touch me if he me
So bust me, you're gonna to, cause I'mma blast 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 wit' it
Cause I'm a Composer of hardcore
A destructor
Don't make me 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 lucci to my
In case my PO try to me to the island
And if I start
Flippin' on niggas walkin' around wit' da gold medallions
But she violate me, so I escaped see
Back to pumpin' the fiends makin' more Cream
Know what I I'm a natural born hustler
try to cut ya, pull out my 4 4 and bust ya

Yo no time for fakin' jacks
Cuz niggas who fake jacks get on their backs
The streets is real can't roll steel
I feel how I feel cause I was to kill
Do what I gotta, to eat a decent
Brothers is starvin', don't try to a job son
all about robbin'
So don't be
we come through, cause we supposed to
If you to
Get face blown dude, off the map
I react, attack
A brother wasn't blessed with wealth so I act that
Drug
I'm on the world once I start 4-wheelin'
back on the 41st side we do a ride
Sippin E & J, gettin' bent all
Yo, who dat? I seen him in my whole life
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 line gotta my projects down
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 layin' me down
And up from under the I started hearin' sirens
I firin'
He cut ass like a
Jetted to the cribpiece, what a
the heat then 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 time to get paid
Thinkin' of to take loot already made
There's crime in the air, ain't no time to be
Gimme yours and get
Give up the and get sprayed
I got of love, for my crew that is
No love for other crews and rival kids
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
While I be gin straight in a plastic cup
On a park bench on 12th st., my whole crew's
You tried to bust gat and keep it real but you nameless
of all slow 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 drinkin' liquor, bids
crack heads
And up the stick-up kids