Luyện nghe bài hát Mobb Deep - Shook Ones

Pt. 1

(prodigy):

The violent of the violent lest crimes we give life to
If queensbridge kids don't like you
We drama of the worst kind of enemies
first time would be your last earth memories
It's only your own
I you fair warning..beware..
Of killa who don't care
Unaware fools who be dealt in time
It a mystery
Hop on the and rhyme
In hundred and ninety square
All shook niggaz is supposed to have
Trying to get a piece of pie we don't share
for the worst 'cause I been there
Try tah, a positive mind and walk a straight line don't work
So niggaz is to do dirt
And God ....
So this wouldn't hurt
If I listen to the lessons and the I learnt
On the streets for years
And not
My first priority is to reach twenty one
beef
Nobody ever be even
So I grab the heat breathing
in this foul mind state
I can't keep thinking
But I keep my eyes on the without blinking
It's hard to be a man in land of the venom
Any man try to
He get in him
Because..

(chorus / prodigy):

He ain't a crook son..son, he just one..shook one...

We live the life of diamonds and guns
And numerous ways we choose to earn funds..earn funds...
Some get shot, locked down and turned nuns
hearts send straight up shook ones..shook ones...
He a crook son, he just a shook one..shook one...

(havoc):

For rhyme I write
Is 25 to
To all my peoples in the
what I'm talking 'bout, right
Ain't no for hesitation
only leads to incarceration
You don't me, there's no relation
'cause niggas don't play
I got time for the he say, she say
I'm than dat
Claiming that you packing
But you to get locked
Once you get upon the
your ways and stop
Thirteen in the projects, my hard times of living
up in the morning
Thank God I'm still
Sometimes I wonder, do I deserve to
Or I am going to hell for all the I did
No time to dwell on
'cause my reacts
Front if you want
Lay on ya
I fake jax
Kid, you know I it to ya live
Stay in a child's place, kid you line
Criminal mind thirsty for recognition
I'm strictly sipping e&j got my mind flipping
I'm buggin ..... over hustling
Get loot kid
You my motherfucking function
as long as I'm alive
I'ma illegal
And I get it
I'ma put it on my
quick to lyrics
Like I hit...
Your up
I roll up, don't get caught sleepin'
'cause I'm ...

...you just a one

(chorus / prodigy):

We live the life that of and guns
And numerous ways that we choose to earn
Some niggaz get shot, locked and turned nuns
Cowardly hearts straight up shook ones..shook ones...
He ain't a son, he just a shook one..shook one...

We live the life that of diamonds and
And numerous ways that we choose to funds
Some niggaz get shot, locked and turned nuns
Cowardly hearts straight up shook ones..shook ones...
He ain't a crook son..crook son, he a shook one..shook one...

Yeah...

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Pt ii

Note: during the whole song you can hear in the background

(intro)

up son, word
Yeah, to all the killers and a dollar billas
(yo I got the phone thing, knowmsayin', your eyes open)
For real niggas who ain't got no
(keep your open)
(no doubt, no son, I got this, I got this)
(just my back, I got this first, yo)
it out now
(word up, say it to them niggas, check out it's a murda)

I got you stuck off the realness, we be the
You of us
queensbridge murderers
The mobb equipped with warfare, beware
Of my family who got nuff shots to share
For all of those who profile and pose
Rock you in your face, stab your brain wit' your
You all in these streets, cousin
man for theirself in this land we be gunnin'
And keep them shook runnin'
Like supposed to
They come around but never come close to
I can see it inside your
in the wrong place
Cowards like you get they're whole body laced up
With bullet holes and
Speak the wrong words man and you get touched
You can put whole army against my team and
I guarantee you it'll be your last time breathin'
Your simple just don't move me
minor, we're major
You all up in the and don't deserve to be a player
Don't make me have to your name out
Your is featherweight
My gunshots'll make you
I'm nineteen but my mind is old
And when the things get for real my heart turns cold
Another nigga deceased, another story told
It nothin' really
Hey, yo dun spark the
So I can get my mind off these yellowbacked
Why they alive I don't know, go figure
Meanwhile back in queens the is foundation
If I die I couldn't a better location
the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation
Getting to God in a tight situation
Now, take these home and think it through
Or the rhyme I write might be about you

Son, shook...
'cause ain't no such things as halfway
Scared to death, to look
They
'cause ain't no such things as crooks
to death, scared to look

Livin' the live that of and guns
There's numerous ways you can choose to funds...earn funds
Some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn
Cowardly hearts end up shook ones...shook ones
He ain't a crook son, he's a shook one...shook one

For every rhyme I write, it's 25 to
Yo, it's a must the gats we trust safeguardin' my
Ain't no time for
only leads to incarceration
You don't know me, there's no
Queensbridge don't play
I don't got for your petty thinking mind
Son, I'm bigga than those claimin' that you pack
But scared to hold
And when the smoke clears you'll be with one in your dome
13 years in the projects, my is what, kid
You talk a one but you don't want it
Sometimes I wonder do I to live
Or am I going to burn in for all the things I did
No time to dwell on that 'cause my brain
Front if you want kid, lay on your
I don't that kid
Stay in a place, kid you out o' line
Criminal thirsty for recognition
I'm e&j, got my mind flippin'
I'm buggin' think I'm how bizar to hold my
Get that kid, you know my function
Cause long as I'm alive i'ma live
And once I get on put on, on my people
React mix to lyrics like I hit your dome up
When I roll up, don't be caught
Cause I'm

Son, shook...
'cause ain't no such as halfway crooks
Scared to and scared to look
(he's just a one)
shook...
'cause ain't no things as halfway crooks
Scared to and scared to look
(we the live that of diamonds)

shook...
'cause ain't no such things as halfway
Scared to and scared to look
shook...
'cause ain't no things as halfway crooks, crooks..

the live that of diamonds and guns
There's ways you can choose to earn funds...earn funds
But of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns
Cowardly end straight up shook ones...shook ones
He ain't a son, he's just a shook one...shook one

Yeah, yeah,
To all the villains and a dollar billas
To real who ain't got no dealings
G-yeah, the bridge, queens get the money
41st (he's just a shook one)
it real (you know)
get the money...

(talk out)