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

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 outta my way"
It's type hard tryna survive in New York
Can't stop till I'm eatin' off a platinum
Po po around and tries to relocate me
Lock me up forever but they can't deflate me
Havin' cash is highly
Especially when used to havin' money to live with
I thought step back look at my 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 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 fuck with me
Comin' straight QB
an Infiniti
You ask can I rip it constantly?
Definitely, to the of me
and test me
Trust me, nigga couldn't me if he snuff me
So bust me, you're gonna have to, cause blast you
My lyrical a miracle, ill spiritual
I'm born it
I'm on wit' it
An' I'mma have it 'til I'm fuckin' dead and wit' it
I'm a what? Composer of hardcore
A destructor
Don't me buck ya, cause I'm a wild muthafucka
You know my flow, you my stilo
Even pack my gat I go to see my PO
Jump out my
my gat and my lucci to my shorty
In my PO try to troop me to the island
And if I start
Flippin' on niggas walkin' around wit' da nice gold
But she didn't violate me, so I see
Back to Queen's pumpin' the fiends makin' Cream
Know what I I'm a natural born hustler
Won't try to cut ya, out my 4 4 and bust ya

Yo babe no time for jacks
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 to kill
Do what I gotta, to eat a decent
is starvin', don't try to find a job son
It's all robbin'
So don't be
When we come through, we supposed to
If you to
Get your face dude, off the map
I react, attack
A wasn't blessed with wealth so I act like that
Drug
I'm frontin on the world once I 4-wheelin'
back on the 41st side we do a ride
Sippin E & J, gettin' bent all
Yo, who I never seen him in my whole life
Step to his cause it's only right
Po po ain't around so I my pound
Money so I hit the ground
My life is on the line gotta hold my projects
Can't see myself gettin' bodied by a nigga
That ain't even from my
Hit him up in the chest and now he's me down dead
And up from under the benches I started hearin'
I stop
He cut ass a diamond
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 problem so I him"

I got my on the stick-up now it's 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 lots of love, for my that is
No love for them other 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 sippin' gin straight in a cup
On a bench on 12th st., my whole crew's famous
You tried to bust your gat and 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 life ain't nuttin' to play with
No no games kid
For years I doin' the same shit
Just drinkin' liquor, doin'
crack heads
And stickin' up the kids