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 when the guns go blast
The fool retaliated so I had to think
Pull out my heat first, he out his heat last
Now who the fuck you think is livin' to day?
I'm tryin' to tell these young niggas don't pay
They looked at me and said "Queen's niggas play. Do your thing
I'll do mine kid outta my way"
type hard tryna 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 they can't me cause
Havin' is highly addictive
Especially you're 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 can't
With all crab niggas tryna shorten my rope

Yo the r - a double p
E - r, n - o - y - d
can't fuck with me
Comin' straight QB
an Infiniti
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 me, you're gonna have to, cause I'mma blast you
My like a miracle, ill spiritual
I'm wit' it
I'm on wit' it
An' I'mma have it 'til I'm fuckin' and gone wit' 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
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
to Queen's pumpin' the fiends makin' more Cream
Know what I mean? I'm a born hustler
Won't try to cut ya, pull out my 4 4 and ya

Yo babe no time for fakin'
Cuz who fake jacks get laid on their backs
The is real can't roll without steel
I feel how I cause I was born to kill
Do what I gotta, to eat a meal
Brothers is starvin', don't try to a job son
It's all robbin'
So don't be
When we come through, cause we to
If you to
Get your blown dude, off the map
I react, attack
A brother wasn't blessed with so I act like that
dealin'
I'm frontin on the world once I start
Cause back on the 41st we do a ride
Sippin E & J, gettin' all night
Yo, who dat? I seen him in my whole life
to his business cause it's only 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
see myself gettin' 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 hearin'
I firin'
He cut ass a diamond
Jetted to the cribpiece, what a
Stashed the heat then proceeded to peep out the
my son, "yo son we got beef
But no
Money had a problem so I him"

I got my mind on the stick-up now time to get paid
Thinkin' of ways to loot already made
There's crime in the air, ain't no 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 them other and rival kids
All them out-a-town niggas know what it is
And if they they need to buy a watch
up
Caught up in the cross-fire get theyself
While I be gin straight in a plastic cup
On a park bench on 12th st., my whole crew's
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 life ain't nuttin' to with
No jokes no kid
For I been doin' the same shit
drinkin' liquor, doin' bids
Extortin' heads
And stickin' up the kids