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

Hey yo, Queen's get the long time no cash
I'm caught up in the when the guns go blast
The fool retaliated so I had to think
out my heat first, he pull out his heat last

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

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

'Cause havin' cash is highly
Especially when you're used to havin' money to live
I thought step back at my life as a whole
Ain't no love it the devil done stole my soul

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 crab niggas tryna shorten my rope

Yo, it's the R, a P, E, R, N, O, Y, D
can't fuck 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 me if he snuff me
So bust me, you're gonna to, 'cause I'ma blast you
My lyrical like a miracle, ill
I'm wit' it, I'm gettin' 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 wild
You my flow, you know my stilo

Even my gat when I go to see my PO
Jump out my hooptie, pass my gat and my lucci to my
In case my PO try to me to the island
And if I wildin', flippin' on niggas walkin' 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 born
Won't try to cut ya, pull out my 44 and ya

Yo babe, no time for jacks
'Cause niggas who fake jacks get laid on their
The streets is 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', try to find a job son
It's all about robbin', so don't be
When we come 'cause we supposed to

If you opposed to get your blown dude off the map
'Cause I react, a brother wasn't blessed with wealth
So I act that 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' all night
Yo, who dat? I never seen him in my whole
Step to his 'cause it's only right

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

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

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

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

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

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

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