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 when the guns go
The fool so I had to think fast
Pull out my heat first, he pull out his heat
Now who the fuck you think is livin' to this
I'm to tell these young niggas crime don't pay
They looked at me and said "Queen's niggas play. Do your thing
I'll do mine kid outta my way"
It's type tryna survive in New York state
Can't stop till I'm off a platinum plate
Po po comes and tries to relocate me
me up forever but they can't deflate me cause
Havin' cash is highly
Especially when you're used to havin' money to with
I thought back look at my life as a whole
Ain't no love it seems the devil done stole my
I'm out for delfia, selfia, P's not ya
I'm tryna get this Lexus up, and plus a
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 with me
Comin' straight 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 me, you're gonna have to, cause I'mma blast you
My lyrical like a miracle, ill
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 destructor
Don't make me buck ya, cause I'm a wild
You know my flow, you know my
Even my gat when I go to see my PO
out my hooptie
Pass my gat and my to my shorty
In case my PO try to troop me to the
And if I wildin'
Flippin' on niggas walkin' around wit' da nice medallions
But she didn't me, so I escaped see
Back to Queen's pumpin' the fiends makin' Cream
Know what I mean? I'm a born hustler
Won't try to cut ya, out my 4 4 and bust ya

Yo no time for fakin' jacks
Cuz niggas who fake get laid on their backs
The streets is real can't roll 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 about
So be alarmed
we come through, cause we supposed to
If you to
Get face blown dude, off the map
Cause I react,
A brother wasn't blessed with wealth so I act that
Drug
I'm frontin on the once I start 4-wheelin'
Cause on the 41st side we do a ride
Sippin E & J, bent all night
Yo, who dat? I never seen him in my life
Step to his business cause only right
Po po ain't around so I grab my
Money retaliated so I hit the
My life is on the line hold my projects down
see myself gettin' bodied by a clown-ass nigga
That even from my town
Hit him up in the chest and now he's me down dead
And up from under the benches I hearin' sirens
I stop
He cut ass a diamond
Jetted to the cribpiece, a relief
Stashed the heat then to peep out the window
my son, "yo son we got beef
But no
Money had a so I solved him"

I got my on the stick-up 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
Gimme and get laid
up the goods and get sprayed
I got lots of love, for my crew is
No for them other crews and rival kids
All them out-a-town niggas know what 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 in a plastic cup
On a park bench on 12th st., my crew's famous
You tried to bust gat and keep it real but you nameless
First of all slow down, you on the route
Let me put you on your feet and you what's it all about
The street life nuttin' to play with
No jokes no kid
For years I been doin' the shit
drinkin' liquor, doin' bids
Extortin' heads
And up the stick-up kids