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

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

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

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

havin' cash is highly addictive
Especially when you're used to havin' money to with
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 Lexus up, and a cellular
Yo Big Noyd! I can't
(What up cuzin'?)
With all these niggas 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
Pushin' an Infiniti, you ask, can I rip it Mentally?
Definitely, to the death of me, and test me

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

An' I'ma have it 'til I'm fuckin' dead and wit' it
'Cause I'm a Composer of hardcore, a lyrical destructor
Don't make me buck ya, 'cause I'm a muthafucka
You know my flow, you my stilo

Even pack my gat I go to see my PO
out my hooptie, pass my gat and my lucci to my shorty
In case my PO try to troop me to the
And if I start wildin', flippin' on walkin' around
da nice gold medallions

But she didn't me, so I escaped, see
Back to Queen's the fiends makin' 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 for fakin' jacks
'Cause niggas who fake get laid on their backs
The streets is real can't roll steel
I feel how I feel I was born to kill

Do I gotta, to eat a decent meal
Brothers is starvin', don't try to a job son
It's all robbin', so don't be alarmed
When we come through we supposed to

If you to get your face blown 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'

'Cause back on the 41st we do a ride
E&J, gettin' bent all night
Yo, who dat? I seen him in my whole life
Step to his business it's only right

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

Hit him up in the
And now he's 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 then proceeded to out the window
Call my son, "Yo son, we got 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 already
crime in the air, ain't no time to be afraid
Gimme and get laid, give up the goods and get sprayed

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

Word up, caught up in the crossfire get theyself
While I be gin straight in a plastic cup
On a bench on 12th St., my whole crew's famous
You to bust your 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 play with, no jokes, no kid
For years I been doin' the same
Just drinkin' liquor, doin' bids, extortin' heads
And stickin' up the stick-up