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

Hey yo Queens get the Money long time no
I'm caught up in the hustle the guns go blast
The fool retaliated so I had to fast
Pull out my heat first, he 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 looked at me and said "Queen's don't play. Do your thing
I'll do kid stay outta my way"
It's type hard survive in New York state
Can't stop I'm eatin' off a platinum plate
Po po comes and tries to relocate me
Lock me up forever but can't deflate me cause
Havin' is highly addictive
Especially when used to havin' money to live with
I thought step look at my life 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 tryna get Lexus up, and plus a cellular
Yo Big Noyd! (What up cuzin'?) I cope
With all these crab niggas shorten my rope

Yo the r - a double p
E - r, n - o - y - d
Niggas can't with me
straight outta QB
Pushin' an
You ask can I rip it Mentally?
Definitely, to the of me
Come and me
Trust me, nigga couldn't me if he snuff me
So bust me, you're gonna have to, cause I'mma you
My like a miracle, ill spiritual
I'm wit' it
I'm gettin' on it
An' I'mma have it 'til I'm fuckin' dead and gone it
Cause I'm a Composer of hardcore
A lyrical
Don't make me 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
my gat and my lucci to my shorty
In case my PO try to me to the island
And if I start
Flippin' on niggas walkin' around wit' da nice gold
But she didn't me, so I escaped see
to Queen's pumpin' the fiends makin' more Cream
Know I mean? I'm a natural born hustler
try to cut ya, pull out my 4 4 and bust ya

Yo babe no for fakin' 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 meal
is starvin', don't try to find a job son
It's all robbin'
So be alarmed
we come through, cause we supposed to
If you to
Get your face dude, off the map
I react, attack
A brother blessed with wealth so I act like that
Drug
I'm on the world once I start 4-wheelin'
back on the 41st side we do a ride
Sippin E & J, bent all night
Yo, who dat? I seen him in my whole life
Step to his business cause it's right
Po po ain't around so I grab my
Money retaliated so I hit the
My life is on the line gotta hold my projects
Can't see myself gettin' bodied by a clown-ass
That ain't even from my
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 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 so I solved him"

I got my mind on the stick-up now time to get paid
Thinkin' of to take loot already made
There's crime in the air, ain't no to be afraid
Gimme and get laid
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 niggas 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 park bench on 12th st., my whole famous
You tried to bust your gat and it real but you nameless
First of all down, you on the wrong route
Let me put you on your feet and show you it all about
The street life nuttin' to play with
No jokes no kid
For years I been the same shit
drinkin' liquor, doin' bids
Extortin' crack
And up the stick-up kids