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

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

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

'Cause cash is highly addictive
Especially when you're used to havin' money to live
I thought step back look at my as a whole
Ain't no love it seems the devil done 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 crab niggas tryna shorten my rope

Yo, the R, a double 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 of me, come and test me

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

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

pack 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 start wildin', flippin' on walkin' around
Wit' da nice gold

But she violate me, so I escaped, see
Back to Queen's pumpin' the fiends more cream
Know what I mean? I'm a natural hustler
try to cut ya, pull out my 44 and bust ya

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

Do what I gotta, to eat a decent
Brothers is starvin', try to find a job son
It's all about robbin', so be alarmed
When we come through we supposed to

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

'Cause back on the 41st side we do a
Sippin' E&J, bent 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
ain't even from my town

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

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

I got my on the stick-up, now it's time to get paid
Thinkin' of ways to take loot 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 of love for my crew, that is
No love for them other crews and rival
All them out-a-town niggas what time it is
And if they don't they need to buy a

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

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