Luyện nghe bài hát Mobb Deep - Shook Ones

Pt. 1

(prodigy):

The most violent of the violent crimes we give life to
If queensbridge kids don't like you
We bring drama of the worst of enemies
Your first time would be your earth memories
It's only own fault
I gave you warning..beware..
Of killa kids who care
Unaware fools who be with in time
It ain't a
Hop on the words and
In nineteenth hundred and ninety
All niggaz is supposed to have fear
to get a piece of this pie we don't share
Prepare for the worst 'cause I been
Try tah, keep a positive mind and walk a straight line work
So is forced to do dirt
And God ....
So this jerk hurt
If I listen to the lessons and the rules I
On the streets for years
And not
My first priority is to reach twenty one
Forever
Nobody ever be even
So I grab the heat before
in this foul mind state
I can't straight thinking
But I keep my eyes on the earth without
It's hard to be a man in this of the venom
Any man try to
He get in him
Because..

(chorus / prodigy):

He a crook son..son, he just shook one..shook one...

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

(havoc):

For every rhyme I
Is 25 to
To all my in the bridge
Know what I'm talking 'bout,
no time for hesitation
That leads to incarceration
You don't me, there's no relation
'cause niggas don't play
I don't got for the he say, she say
I'm than dat
Claiming you packing gats
But you to get locked
Once you get upon the
Change ways and stop
Thirteen years in the projects, my times of living
Wake up in the
Thank God I'm still
Sometimes I wonder, do I to live?
Or I am to hell for all the shit I did
No time to dwell on
'cause my brain
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 for recognition mission
I'm strictly e&j like got my mind flipping
I'm buggin diggin ..... over
Get that kid
You know my function
Cause as as I'm alive
I'ma live
And I get it
put it on my people
React to lyrics
macs I hit...
Your up
When I roll up, don't get sleepin'
I'm creepin' ...

...you just a one

(chorus / prodigy):

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

We the life that of diamonds and guns
And numerous ways we choose to earn funds
Some get shot, locked down and turned nuns
Cowardly hearts send 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 talkings in the

(intro)

Word up son,
Yeah, to all the killers and a hundred billas
(yo I got the phone thing, knowmsayin', your eyes open)
For real niggas who got no feelings
(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 niggas, check this out it's a murda)

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

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

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

For every rhyme I write, 25 to life
Yo, it's a must the we trust safeguardin' my life
no time for hesitation
That only leads to
You know me, there's no relation
Queensbridge don't play
I don't got for your petty thinking mind
Son, I'm bigga than those claimin' that you heat
But you're to hold
And when the smoke clears you'll be left one in your dome
13 in the projects, my mentality is what, kid
You talk a good one but you want it
I wonder do I deserve to live
Or am I going to burn in hell for all the I did
No time to dwell on that my brain reacts
Front if you want kid, lay on back
I don't that kid
Stay in a place, kid you out o' line
Criminal minds for recognition
I'm e&j, got my mind flippin'
I'm buggin' think I'm how bizar to my hustlin'
Get that kid, you know my function
Cause long as I'm alive i'ma illegal
And once I get on put on, on my people
mix to lyrics like macs I hit your dome up
When I roll up, don't be caught
I'm creepin'

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

shook...
'cause no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death and to look
shook...
'cause no such things as halfway crooks, crooks..

the live that of diamonds and guns
There's ways you can choose to earn funds...earn funds
But some of 'em get shot, locked down and nuns
Cowardly hearts end up shook ones...shook ones
He a crook son, he's just a shook one...shook one

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

(talk out)