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 guns go
The fool retaliated so I had to fast
out my heat first, he pull out his heat last

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

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

'Cause cash is highly addictive
Especially when used to havin' money to live with
I thought back 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 tryna get this Lexus up, and plus a
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
Niggas can't fuck with me, comin' straight QB
Pushin' an Infiniti, you ask, can I rip it 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, 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
'Cause I'm a what? of hardcore, a lyrical destructor
Don't me buck ya, 'cause I'm a wild muthafucka
You know my flow, you my stilo

Even my gat when I go to see my PO
out my hooptie, pass my gat and my lucci to my shorty
In my PO try to troop me to the island
And if I start wildin', flippin' on niggas around
Wit' da nice gold

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

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

Do what I gotta, to eat a decent
is starvin', don't 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 face dude off the map
'Cause I react, a brother wasn't blessed with wealth
So I act that drug dealin'
I'm on the world once I start 4-wheelin'

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

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

Hit him up in the
And now layin' me down dead
And up under 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 problem so I him"

I got my mind on the stick-up, now it's time to get
Thinkin' of ways to take loot already
There's crime in the air, no time to be afraid
Gimme yours and get laid, up the goods and get sprayed

I got lots of love for my crew, is
No for them other 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, up in the crossfire get theyself hurt
While I be sippin' gin in a plastic cup
On a park bench on 12th St., my crew's famous
You to bust your gat and keep it real but you nameless

First of all, slow down, you on the route
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 been the same shit
Just drinkin' liquor, doin' bids, crack heads
And up the stick-up kids