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

Hey yo get the Money long time no cash
I'm caught up in the hustle the guns go blast
The retaliated 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 to tell these young niggas crime don't pay
They looked at me and said "Queen's niggas don't play. Do your
do mine kid stay outta my way"
It's type hard tryna 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 but they can't deflate me cause
Havin' cash is addictive
when you're used to havin' money to live with
I thought step back look at my as a whole
Ain't no it seems the devil done stole my soul
I'm out for delfia, selfia, P's not ya
I'm get this Lexus up, and plus a cellular
Yo Big Noyd! (What up cuzin'?) I can't
With all these crab niggas tryna my rope

Yo the r - a double p
E - r, n - o - y - d
Niggas can't fuck me
Comin' straight QB
Pushin' an
You ask can I rip it constantly?
Definitely, to the of me
Come and me
me, nigga couldn't touch me if he snuff me
So bust me, you're gonna have to, I'mma 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 gone it
I'm a what? Composer of hardcore
A destructor
Don't me buck ya, cause I'm a wild muthafucka
You my flow, you know my stilo
pack my gat when I go to see my PO
Jump out my
Pass my gat and my to my shorty
In my PO try to troop me to the island
And if I start
Flippin' on niggas around wit' da nice gold medallions
But she violate me, so I escaped see
Back to Queen's pumpin' the makin' more Cream
Know what I mean? I'm a natural born
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 roll steel
I how I feel cause I was born to kill
Do what I gotta, to eat a meal
is starvin', don't try to find a job son
It's all about
So be alarmed
When we come through, cause we to
If you to
Get your face dude, off the map
Cause I react,
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 cause it's only right
Po po ain't so I grab my pound
Money retaliated so I hit the
My life is on the gotta hold my projects down
see myself gettin' bodied by a clown-ass nigga
That ain't even 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 like a
Jetted to the cribpiece, a relief
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 on the stick-up now it's time to get paid
Thinkin' of ways to loot already made
There's in the air, ain't no time to be afraid
Gimme yours and get
Give up the goods and get
I got lots of love, for my that is
No for them other crews and rival kids
All them out-a-town know what time it is
And if they they need to buy a watch
up
Caught up in the cross-fire get theyself
I be sippin' gin straight in a plastic cup
On a park bench on 12th st., my whole famous
You tried to your gat and keep it real but you nameless
First of all slow down, you on the route
Let me put you on your and show you what's it all about
The street life ain't nuttin' to with
No no games kid
For years I been the same shit
Just drinkin' liquor, bids
Extortin' crack
And stickin' up the stick-up