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

Hey yo, Queen's get the money long time no
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 pull out his last

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

It's type tryna survive in New York state
Can't stop till I'm 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 when used to havin' money to live with
I thought step back look at my as a whole
Ain't no love it seems the done stole my soul

I'm out for delfia, selfia, P's not ya
I'm tryna get this up, and plus a cellular
Yo Big Noyd! I can't
(What up cuzin'?)
With all these crab tryna shorten my rope

Yo, the R, a double P, E, R, N, O, Y, D
Niggas can't fuck with me, comin' 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, gonna have to, 'cause I'ma blast you
My lyrical like a miracle, ill
I'm born wit' it, I'm gettin' on it

An' I'ma have it 'til I'm dead and gone wit' it
'Cause I'm a what? 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, pass my gat and my to my shorty
In case my PO try to troop me to the
And if I start wildin', flippin' on niggas walkin'
Wit' da gold medallions

But she violate 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 44 and ya

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

Do what I gotta, to eat a meal
is starvin', don't try to find 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 face dude off the map
'Cause I react, attack a brother wasn't blessed with
So I act like that 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 never seen him in my life
Step to his business 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 my projects down
Can't see gettin' bodied by a clown-ass nigga
That even from my town

Hit him up in the
And now layin' 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 proceeded to peep out the window
Call my son, "Yo son, we got beef but no
had a problem so I solved him"

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

I got of love for my crew, that is
No love for them other crews and rival
All them out-a-town know what time it is
And if they they need to buy a watch

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

of all, slow down, you on the wrong route
Let me put you on feet and show you what's it all about
The street life ain't nuttin' to with, no jokes, no games kid
For years I been doin' the same
Just liquor, doin' bids, extortin' crack heads
And stickin' up the stick-up