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

Hey yo get the Money long time no cash
I'm up in the hustle when the guns go blast
The fool retaliated so I had to fast
Pull out my first, he pull out his heat last
Now who the fuck you think is livin' to day?
I'm tryin' to tell young niggas crime don't pay
They looked at me and said "Queen's niggas play. Do your thing
do mine kid stay outta my way"
It's type hard survive in New York state
Can't till I'm eatin' off a platinum 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 step back 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 Lexus up, and plus 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 can't fuck 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 me if he snuff me
So bust me, gonna have to, cause I'mma blast you
My like a miracle, ill spiritual
I'm born it
I'm gettin' on it
An' I'mma have it I'm fuckin' dead and gone wit' it
Cause I'm a what? 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
Jump out my
my gat and my lucci to my shorty
In case my PO try to troop me to the
And if I start
Flippin' on walkin' around wit' da nice gold medallions
But she didn't me, so I escaped see
Back to Queen's the fiends makin' more Cream
Know what I I'm a natural born hustler
Won't try to cut ya, pull out my 4 4 and ya

Yo no time for fakin' jacks
Cuz niggas who fake jacks get laid on backs
The streets is real roll without steel
I feel how I feel cause I was born to
Do I gotta, to eat a decent meal
Brothers is starvin', try to find a job son
It's all about
So be alarmed
we come through, cause we supposed to
If you to
Get your face dude, off the map
Cause I react,
A brother blessed with wealth so I act like that
Drug
I'm frontin on the world once I start
Cause back on the 41st side we do a
Sippin E & J, bent all night
Yo, who dat? I never him in my whole life
Step to his business cause only right
Po po ain't so I grab my pound
Money so I hit the ground
My life is on the line gotta hold my projects
Can't see myself bodied by a clown-ass nigga
That even from my town
Hit him up in the chest and now he's layin' me dead
And up from under the benches I started sirens
I stop
He cut ass like a
to the cribpiece, what a relief
Stashed the heat then proceeded to peep out the
my son, "yo son we got beef
But no
had a problem so I solved him"

I got my mind on the now it's time to get paid
of ways to take loot already made
There's crime in the air, ain't no to be afraid
Gimme and get laid
up the goods and get sprayed
I got lots of love, for my that is
No love for them other crews and rival
All them out-a-town know what time it is
And if they don't 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 bench on 12th st., my whole crew's famous
You tried to bust your gat and keep it real but you
First of all slow down, you on the route
Let me put you on your feet and show you it all about
The street ain't nuttin' to play with
No jokes no kid
For years I been the same shit
drinkin' liquor, doin' bids
Extortin' heads
And stickin' up the kids