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

Hey yo Queens get the Money long no cash
I'm caught up in the hustle when the guns go
The fool so I had to think fast
out my heat first, he pull out his heat last
Now who the you think is livin' to this day?
I'm to tell these 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 tryna survive in New York
Can't stop till I'm off a platinum plate
Po po comes around and to relocate me
Lock me up forever but they deflate me cause
Havin' cash is highly
Especially when you're used to money to live with
I thought step back look at my life as a
Ain't no love it seems the devil done my soul
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 cope
With all these niggas tryna shorten my rope

Yo it's the r - a p
E - r, n - o - y - d
Niggas can't with me
Comin' outta QB
Pushin' an
You ask can I rip it Mentally?
Definitely, to the of me
Come and me
Trust me, nigga couldn't touch me if he me
So bust me, you're 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 I'm fuckin' dead and gone wit' it
Cause I'm a Composer of hardcore
A lyrical
Don't make me buck ya, cause I'm a muthafucka
You know my flow, you know my
Even pack my gat I go to see my PO
out my hooptie
Pass my gat and my lucci to my
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 violate me, so I see
Back to Queen's 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 no time for fakin' jacks
Cuz who fake jacks get laid on their backs
The streets is can't roll without steel
I feel how I feel I was born to kill
Do I gotta, to eat a decent meal
Brothers is starvin', don't try to a job son
all about robbin'
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 like
Drug
I'm frontin on the once I start 4-wheelin'
back on the 41st side we do a ride
Sippin E & J, gettin' all night
Yo, who dat? I never him in my whole life
Step to his business it's only right
Po po around so I grab my pound
retaliated so I hit the ground
My life is on the line gotta hold my projects
Can't see gettin' bodied by a clown-ass nigga
ain't even from my town
Hit him up in the chest and now he's me down dead
And up from under the benches I started sirens
I stop
He cut ass like a
Jetted to the cribpiece, what a
Stashed the heat proceeded to peep out the window
my son, "yo son we got beef
But no
Money had a problem so I him"

I got my mind on the now it's time to get paid
Thinkin' of ways to take loot already
There's crime in the air, no time to be afraid
yours and get laid
Give up the and get sprayed
I got lots of love, for my crew is
No love for other crews and rival kids
All them out-a-town niggas know time it is
And if they they need to buy a watch
up
Caught up in the cross-fire get hurt
While I be sippin' gin straight in a cup
On a park bench on 12th st., my whole crew's
You tried to bust your gat and keep it 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 ain't nuttin' to with
No jokes no kid
For years I been doin' the same
drinkin' liquor, doin' bids
Extortin' crack
And up the stick-up kids