Luyện nghe bài hát Q.u. Hectic

I open my eyes to the streets where I was as a man
And to use my hands for protection
In scuffles, throw all my blows in
I'm from Queens motherfucker carrying guns in couples
And wilding, a Q-U
From to Rockaway back to Queensbridge
Black it's crack sales makin niggas act like that
Back in the days we could scrap, now you lay on back
As things changed time I traded in my knuckles for a Mac-10
And rather live the life of
With my connection connected in two
It's liable to shit too wild for you
Peace to, Baisley, get down
And when you town represent your ground
niggas bleed just like us so show em where we come from
Queens; niggas done Son
The gets hectic

Shit is for up in Queens we get hectic
Shit is for we abouts to get hectic

As we sling on the corners we always do
Son get that quick, spending dough like I never had shit
I'm living large pushin luxury
Though that is outta reach, anybody in my way gets scarred
Permanently
And if you're pussy, motherfucker get in where you fit in
As I walk the streets
Son I got mad beef, I'mma you before you blast me
That's my philosophy cause you gotta be relentless
Grab my Mac and slap a senseless
Don't try to me if you do you better D.O.A. me
Son I got em shook grab a baby for shields
You got drama run for for real
some beer for the ill ain't no time to chill
Hit em up cause I'm quick to erupt this
Wet 'em up with the MAC em off my list
Show em, the real meaning of drama you had it
Til you heads with the Havoc
Ain't soft or sweet, I lift you off your feet
When I cock back the heat, crews retreat

Ain't soft or sweet, I lift you off your feet
I cock back the heat whole crews retreat

We hectic
Shit is for real we abouts to get

Everything is inside my mind; these days
You make it if you ain't affiliated with crime
A lifetime of street
Throughout the I've accumulated many slugs have been given
But ain't the way to be living
You're only gonna end up bloody on a floor
Or locked up, caught inside the
Meanwhile on the street no more peace
My man, Sto-Bo, kid hold own
In a cell locked down not far from
And at the time on the outside I'm representing
Still packin heat make you cowards stepping
Getting high, it's cause of the lye, I lie
I could move the crowd poppin in the sky
Why come around if you of what's over here
My man put the bug in my ear

On the real, for real, but wait it gets
like an innocent child that turn killer
It's thing like that only makes things iller
And makin cream doin sticks if you ain't a drug

(It's) only facts coming out of my piece
As far as I can see these streets is sour
Q, U, too much to get into
And niggas regret they begin to
of your name or what you been through
Pause for a second, open your and think, duke
ain't the game that it seems to be
Fuck a I'm living in reality
Caught up in this untouchable
Hit you up bad, you loose a few calories
I need to slow down, through life at a high speed
all the slow runners pass by me
I can see you, due to, my Queens education
Speaking in behalf of drug-game nation
The Foundation, the Queens