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 go blast
The fool retaliated so I had to fast
Pull out my heat first, he 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 at me and said, "Queen's niggas don't play
Do your thing, I'll do mine, kid stay my way"

It's type hard survive in New York state
Can't stop I'm eatin' off a platinum plate
Po po comes around and tries to me
Lock me up forever but they can't me

havin' cash is highly addictive
Especially when you're to havin' money to live with
I thought step back at my life as a whole
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 these crab niggas tryna shorten my

Yo, it's the R, a P, E, R, N, O, Y, D
Niggas can't fuck with me, comin' outta QB
an Infiniti, you ask, can I rip it constantly? Mentally?
Definitely, to the death of me, come and me

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

An' I'ma it 'til I'm fuckin' dead and gone wit' it
'Cause I'm a Composer of hardcore, a lyrical destructor
Don't me buck ya, 'cause I'm a wild muthafucka
You know my flow, you know my

Even my gat when 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 start wildin', flippin' on niggas around
Wit' da nice medallions

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

Yo babe, no time for fakin'
'Cause niggas who fake jacks get laid on backs
The streets is real can't without steel
I feel how I 'cause I was born to kill

Do I gotta, to eat a decent meal
is starvin', don't try to find a job son
It's all about robbin', so be alarmed
When we come through we supposed to

If you opposed to get your face blown off the map
'Cause I react, attack a brother blessed with wealth
So I act that drug dealin'
I'm frontin' on the once I start 4-wheelin'

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

Po po around so I grab my pound
Money retaliated so I hit the
My life is on the gotta hold my projects down
Can't see myself gettin' by a clown-ass nigga
That even from my town

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

Jetted to the cribpiece, what a
Stashed the heat then to peep out the window
Call my son, "Yo son, we got but no question
Money had a problem so I him"

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

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

up, caught up in the crossfire get theyself hurt
While I be gin straight in a plastic cup
On a park bench on St., my whole crew's famous
You to bust your gat and keep it real but you nameless

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 to play with, no jokes, no games kid
For I been doin' the same shit
drinkin' liquor, doin' bids, extortin' crack heads
And stickin' up the stick-up