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

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

Yo the r - a double 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
and test me
Trust me, nigga couldn't touch me if he me
So bust me, you're have to, cause 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 ya, cause I'm a wild muthafucka
You know my flow, you know my
Even pack my gat I go to see my PO
out my hooptie
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 me, so I escaped see
to Queen's pumpin' the fiends makin' more Cream
Know what I mean? I'm a natural born
Won't try to cut ya, pull out my 4 4 and ya

Yo babe no time for fakin'
Cuz niggas who fake jacks get laid on backs
The streets is real can't without steel
I feel how I feel cause I was born to
Do what I gotta, to eat a meal
Brothers is starvin', don't try to a job son
It's all robbin'
So don't be
we come through, cause we supposed to
If you to
Get face blown dude, off the map
Cause I react,
A brother wasn't blessed with wealth so I act like
Drug
I'm frontin on the once I start 4-wheelin'
Cause back on the side we do a ride
E & J, gettin' bent all night
Yo, who dat? I never seen him in my whole
to his business cause it's only right
Po po around so I grab my pound
retaliated so I hit the ground
My life is on the line hold 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 layin' me down dead
And up from the benches I started hearin' sirens
I stop
He cut ass like a
Jetted to the cribpiece, a relief
Stashed the heat then proceeded to peep out the
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 time to get paid
Thinkin' of ways to loot already made
There's crime in the air, no time to be afraid
Gimme yours and get
Give up the goods and get
I got lots of love, for my crew is
No love for them other crews and rival
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
I be sippin' gin straight in a plastic cup
On a park bench on 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 route
Let me put you on your feet and show you what's it all
The street life ain't nuttin' to play
No jokes no kid
For years I been the same shit
Just drinkin' liquor, bids
Extortin' heads
And up the stick-up kids