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

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

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

'Cause havin' cash is addictive
Especially you're used to havin' money to live with
I thought step 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 get this Lexus up, and plus a cellular
Yo Big Noyd! I cope
(What up cuzin'?)
With all these crab niggas tryna my rope

Yo, the R, a double 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 Mentally?
Definitely, to the death of me, come and me

Trust me, nigga touch me if he snuff me
So bust me, you're gonna have to, 'cause blast you
My lyrical a miracle, ill spiritual
I'm born wit' it, I'm gettin' on it

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

pack 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', on niggas walkin' around
Wit' da nice gold

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

Yo babe, no time for jacks
'Cause niggas who fake get laid on their backs
The streets is real roll without steel
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
When we through 'cause we supposed to

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

'Cause back on the 41st side we do a
Sippin' E&J, gettin' bent all
Yo, who dat? I never him in my whole 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 myself gettin' by a clown-ass nigga
ain't even from my town

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

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

I got my mind on the stick-up, now it's time to get
Thinkin' of ways to loot already made
There's crime in the air, ain't no time to be
Gimme 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 kids
All them out-a-town niggas what time it is
And if they they need to buy a watch

Word up, caught up in the crossfire get hurt
I be sippin' gin straight in a plastic cup
On a park on 12th St., my whole crew's famous
You tried to bust gat and keep it real 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 games kid
For years I been the same shit
Just drinkin' liquor, doin' bids, extortin' crack
And up the stick-up kids