Luyện nghe bài hát Give Up the Goods (Just Step) - Mobb Deep

Hey yo, get the money long time no cash
I'm caught up in the hustle when the guns go
The retaliated so I had to think fast
Pull out my first, he pull out his heat last

Now who the fuck you is livin' to this day?
I'm tryin' to tell these young niggas don't pay
They looked at me and said, "Queen's don't play
Do your thing, do mine, kid stay outta my way"

It's type hard tryna in New York state
Can't stop till I'm eatin' off a platinum
Po po around and tries to relocate me
me up forever but they can't deflate me

'Cause cash is highly addictive
Especially when you're to havin' money to live with
I thought step back look at my life as a
Ain't no love it seems the devil stole 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! I cope
(What up cuzin'?)
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 outta QB
Pushin' an Infiniti, you ask, can I rip it Mentally?
Definitely, to the death of me, come and me

Trust me, nigga couldn't touch me if he me
So bust me, you're gonna to, 'cause I'ma blast you
My like a miracle, ill spiritual
I'm born it, I'm gettin' on wit' it

An' have it 'til I'm fuckin' dead and gone wit' it
'Cause I'm a Composer of hardcore, a lyrical destructor
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
Jump out my hooptie, my gat and my lucci to my shorty
In case my PO try to troop me to the
And if I wildin', flippin' on niggas walkin' around
Wit' da gold medallions

But she didn't me, so I escaped, see
Back to Queen's the fiends makin' more cream
Know what I mean? I'm a natural born
Won't try to cut ya, pull out my 44 and ya

Yo babe, no for fakin' jacks
'Cause niggas who fake jacks get laid on their
The streets is real roll without steel
I feel how I feel 'cause I was 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 alarmed
we come through 'cause we supposed to

If you opposed to get your blown dude off the map
'Cause I react, attack a brother wasn't blessed wealth
So I act like drug dealin'
I'm frontin' on the world I start 4-wheelin'

'Cause on the 41st side we do a ride
Sippin' E&J, gettin' bent all
Yo, who dat? I seen him in my whole life
Step to his business 'cause it's right

Po po ain't so I grab my pound
retaliated so I hit the ground
My life is on the line gotta hold my projects
see myself gettin' bodied by a clown-ass nigga
That ain't from my town

Hit him up in the
And now he's me down dead
And up from under the benches, I started hearin'
I stop firin', he cut ass a diamond

to the cribpiece, what a relief
Stashed the heat then proceeded to out the window
Call my son, "Yo son, we got beef but no
Money had a so I solved him"

I got my mind on the stick-up, now it's to get paid
Thinkin' of ways to take loot already
There's in the air, ain't no time to be afraid
yours and get laid, give up the goods and get sprayed

I got lots of for my crew, that is
No love for other crews and rival kids
All them out-a-town niggas what time it is
And if they don't they to buy a watch

Word up, up in the crossfire get theyself 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, slow down, you on the route
Let me put you on your feet and you what's it all about
The street ain't nuttin' to play with, no jokes, no games kid
For I been doin' the same shit
Just drinkin' liquor, doin' bids, extortin' heads
And stickin' up the stick-up