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

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

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

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

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

Yo, it's the R, a 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 constantly?
Definitely, to the death of me, come and me

Trust me, nigga couldn't touch me if he me
So bust me, you're gonna have to, 'cause blast you
My like a miracle, ill spiritual
I'm born 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 make me ya, 'cause I'm a wild muthafucka
You my flow, you know my stilo

Even pack my gat I go to see my PO
Jump out my hooptie, my gat and my lucci to my shorty
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 didn't me, so I escaped, see
Back to Queen's pumpin' the fiends more cream
Know what I mean? I'm a natural hustler
Won't try to cut ya, out my 44 and bust ya

Yo babe, no time for fakin'
'Cause who fake jacks get laid on their backs
The streets is can't roll without steel
I feel how I 'cause I was born 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 be alarmed
we come through '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 like drug dealin'
I'm on the world once I start 4-wheelin'

'Cause on the 41st side we do a ride
Sippin' E&J, bent 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 my pound
Money retaliated so I hit the
My life is on the line hold my projects down
Can't see myself 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, what a
Stashed the heat then proceeded to peep out the
Call my son, "Yo son, we got 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 loot 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 don't they need to buy a watch

Word up, caught up in the crossfire get hurt
I be sippin' gin straight in a plastic cup
On a park bench on 12th St., my crew's famous
You tried to bust your gat and keep it 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 life ain't nuttin' to play with, no jokes, no kid
For years I been the same shit
drinkin' liquor, doin' bids, extortin' crack heads
And stickin' up the stick-up