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

Hey yo, Queen's get the money time no cash
I'm up in the hustle when the guns go blast
The fool retaliated so I had to fast
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 crime pay
They looked at me and said, "Queen's don't play
Do your thing, do mine, kid stay outta my way"

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

'Cause havin' is highly addictive
Especially when you're to havin' money to live with
I thought back look at my life as a whole
Ain't no love it seems the devil stole my soul

I'm out for delfia, selfia, P's not ya
I'm tryna get Lexus up, and plus a cellular
Yo Big Noyd! I can't
(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
an Infiniti, you ask, can I rip it constantly? Mentally?
Definitely, to the death of me, come and me

Trust me, couldn't touch me if he snuff me
So bust me, you're gonna have to, 'cause I'ma 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 fuckin' and gone wit' it
'Cause I'm a 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 my PO try to troop me to the island
And if I wildin', flippin' on niggas walkin' around
Wit' da gold medallions

But she violate me, so I escaped, see
Back to Queen's 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 for fakin' jacks
'Cause niggas who fake jacks get on their backs
The streets is real roll without steel
I feel how I feel I was born to kill

Do what I gotta, to eat a meal
is starvin', don't try to find a job son
It's all about robbin', so don't be
When we come through 'cause we to

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

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

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

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

Jetted to the cribpiece, a relief
Stashed the heat 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 mind on the stick-up, now time to get paid
Thinkin' of to take loot already made
There's crime in the air, ain't no time to be
Gimme yours and get laid, give up the goods and get

I got lots of for my crew, that is
No love for them other crews and kids
All them niggas know what time it is
And if they don't they need to buy a

Word up, up in the crossfire get theyself hurt
While I be sippin' gin straight in a cup
On a park bench on 12th St., my whole crew's
You tried to bust your gat and keep it 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 kids