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

Hey yo, Queen's get the money long 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 think is to this day?
I'm tryin' to tell young niggas crime don't pay
looked 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 eatin' off a plate
Po po comes around and tries to me
Lock me up forever but they can't me

'Cause havin' is highly addictive
Especially when you're used to havin' money to with
I thought step back at my life as a whole
no love it seems the devil 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, straight outta QB
an Infiniti, you ask, can I rip it constantly? Mentally?
Definitely, to the of me, come and test me

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

An' I'ma it 'til I'm fuckin' dead and gone wit' it
'Cause I'm a what? Composer of hardcore, a destructor
make me buck ya, 'cause I'm a wild muthafucka
You my flow, you know my stilo

Even pack my gat 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 around
Wit' da nice gold

But she didn't me, so I escaped, see
Back to pumpin' the fiends makin' more cream
what I mean? I'm a natural born 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 their
The is real can't roll without steel
I feel how I feel 'cause I was born to

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
When we come through 'cause we to

If you opposed to get your blown dude off the map
'Cause I react, attack a brother wasn't with wealth
So I act like that dealin'
I'm frontin' on the world once I start

back on the 41st side we do a ride
Sippin' E&J, gettin' bent all
Yo, who dat? I never seen him in my life
Step to his 'cause it's only right

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

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

Jetted to the cribpiece, what a
Stashed the heat then proceeded to 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 to get paid
Thinkin' of ways to take loot made
There's crime in the air, no time to be afraid
Gimme yours and get laid, give up the and get sprayed

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

up, caught up in the crossfire get theyself hurt
While I be sippin' gin straight in a 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 ain't nuttin' to with, no jokes, no games kid
For years I been the same shit
Just drinkin' liquor, doin' bids, crack heads
And up the stick-up kids