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 when the guns go blast
The fool so I had to think fast
Pull out my heat first, he pull out his last

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

type hard tryna survive in New York state
Can't till I'm eatin' off a platinum plate
Po po comes around and to relocate me
Lock me up forever but they deflate me

'Cause cash is highly addictive
Especially you're used to havin' money to live 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! I can't
(What up cuzin'?)
With all crab niggas tryna shorten my rope

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

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

An' have it 'til I'm fuckin' dead and gone wit' it
I'm a what? Composer of hardcore, a lyrical destructor
Don't make me buck ya, 'cause I'm a muthafucka
You know my flow, you my stilo

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 me to the island
And if I start wildin', flippin' on niggas around
Wit' da gold medallions

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

Yo babe, no time for fakin'
'Cause 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 I gotta, to eat a decent meal
is starvin', don't try to find a job son
It's all about robbin', so don't be
When we come through 'cause we to

If you opposed to get your face blown off the map
I react, attack a brother wasn't blessed with wealth
So I act like that drug
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
Step to his business it's only right

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

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

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

I got my mind on the stick-up, now time 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 them other crews and rival
All them out-a-town niggas know time it is
And if they don't they to buy a watch

up, caught up in the crossfire get theyself hurt
While I be gin straight in a plastic cup
On a bench on 12th St., my whole crew's famous
You tried to bust gat and keep it real but you nameless

of all, slow down, you on the wrong route
Let me put you on your feet and show you what's it all
The street life nuttin' to play with, no jokes, no games kid
For I been doin' the same shit
drinkin' liquor, doin' bids, extortin' crack heads
And up the stick-up kids