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 so I had to think fast
out my heat first, he pull out his heat last

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

It's type hard tryna in New York state
Can't 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 you're used to havin' money to live with
I step 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 get this Lexus up, and plus a cellular
Yo Big Noyd! I cope
(What up cuzin'?)
With all these crab niggas shorten my rope

Yo, the R, a double P, E, R, N, O, Y, D
Niggas fuck 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, nigga touch me if he snuff me
So bust me, you're gonna have to, 'cause I'ma you
My like a miracle, ill spiritual
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 what? Composer of hardcore, a lyrical
Don't make me buck ya, I'm a wild muthafucka
You my flow, you know my stilo

pack my gat when I go to see my PO
Jump out my hooptie, 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
da nice gold medallions

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
try to cut ya, pull out my 44 and bust ya

Yo babe, no time for fakin'
niggas who fake jacks 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 about robbin', so don't be
When we through 'cause we supposed to

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

'Cause on the 41st side we do a ride
Sippin' E&J, bent all night
Yo, who dat? I never him in my whole life
Step to his business 'cause only right

Po po ain't around so I my pound
retaliated so I hit the ground
My life is on the gotta hold my projects down
Can't see gettin' bodied by a clown-ass nigga
That ain't even my town

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

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

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

Word up, caught up in the crossfire get hurt
While I be gin straight in a plastic cup
On a park bench on 12th St., my whole famous
You tried to bust your gat and it real but you nameless

First of all, slow down, you on the wrong
Let me put you on your feet and show you 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 stickin' up the kids