Luyện nghe bài hát Q.u. Hectic

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

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

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

Ain't nothing soft or sweet, I you off your feet
When I cock back the heat whole retreat

We gets
Shit is for real we abouts to get

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

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

(It's) only facts coming out of my piece
As far as I can see these streets is sour
Q, U, too drama to get into
And niggas regret when begin to
Regardless of your name or what you been
for a second, open your eyes and think, duke
Life the game that it seems to be
Fuck a fantasy I'm living in
Caught up in this mentality
Hit you up bad, make you loose a few
I need to slow down, movin through life at a high
Watchin all the runners pass by me
I can see you, due to, my Queens education
Speaking in behalf of drug-game nation
The Foundation, the nation