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

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

Yo the r - a double p
E - r, n - o - y - d
can't fuck with me
Comin' outta QB
Pushin' an
You ask can I rip it Mentally?
Definitely, to the of me
Come and me
Trust me, nigga touch me if he snuff me
So bust me, you're gonna have to, cause blast you
My lyrical like a miracle, ill
I'm born it
I'm on wit' it
An' I'mma have it I'm fuckin' dead and gone wit' it
Cause I'm a what? of hardcore
A lyrical
Don't me buck ya, cause I'm a wild muthafucka
You know my flow, you know my
pack my gat when I go to see my PO
Jump out my
Pass my gat and my to my shorty
In case my PO try to troop me to the
And if I start
on niggas walkin' around wit' da nice gold medallions
But she violate me, so I escaped see
Back to Queen's pumpin' the fiends makin' Cream
Know what I mean? I'm a natural hustler
try to cut ya, pull out my 4 4 and bust ya

Yo babe no time for fakin'
Cuz niggas who fake jacks get laid on their
The streets is real can't without steel
I feel how I feel I was born to kill
Do what I gotta, to eat a meal
Brothers is starvin', try to find a job son
all about robbin'
So be alarmed
When we come through, cause we to
If you to
Get face blown dude, off the map
I react, attack
A brother wasn't blessed wealth so I act like that
dealin'
I'm frontin on the world I start 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 around so I grab my pound
Money so I hit the ground
My is on the line gotta hold my projects down
Can't see myself gettin' by a clown-ass nigga
ain't even from my town
Hit him up in the chest and now he's layin' me down
And up from the benches I started hearin' sirens
I firin'
He cut ass a diamond
Jetted to the cribpiece, what a
Stashed the heat then to peep out the window
Call my son, "yo son we got
But no
Money had a problem so I him"

I got my mind on the now it's time to get paid
Thinkin' of ways to take loot made
There's crime in the air, no time to be afraid
yours and get laid
Give up the and get sprayed
I got lots of love, for my that is
No love for other crews and rival kids
All them out-a-town niggas know what it is
And if they don't need to buy a watch
up
Caught up in the cross-fire get theyself
While I be sippin' gin straight in a cup
On a park bench on 12th st., my whole famous
You tried to bust your gat and keep it real but you
First of all slow down, you on the wrong
Let me put you on your feet and you what's it all about
The street ain't nuttin' to play with
No no games kid
For years I been the same shit
Just drinkin' liquor, bids
Extortin' crack
And stickin' up the stick-up