Luyện nghe bài hát Shook Ones

Hey, yo, to all the
And the hundred dollar
For real, niggas who ain't got no
it out now

I got you off the realness
We be the infamous, you of us
Official Queens bridge
The Mobb comes equipped for

Beware of my crime
Who got shots to share
For all of those who wanna and pose
Rock you in face
Stab your brain your nosebone

You're all in these streets, cousin
Every man for theirself in this land we be
And keep them crews runnin'
Like they to
They come but they never come close to

I can see it inside face, you're in the wrong place
Cowards like you get they're whole body laced up
With holes and such
Speak the wrong words man and you get touched
You can put your whole against my team and
I guarantee you be your very last time breathin'

Your simple words just move me, you're minor, we're major
You all up in the game and deserve to be a playa
Don't make me have to your name out
Your crew is featherweight, my gunshots'll make you

I'm nineteen but my mind is older
And when the things get for real, my heart turns cold
Another nigga deceased, story gets told
It ain't nuttin' really, ay yo dun, fuck the

So I can get my off these yellow backed niggas
Why they alive? I don't know, go figure
Meanwhile back in Queens the realness is
If I die, I couldn't a better location

When the slugs penetrate, you feel a sensation
closer to God in a tight situation
Now, take words home and think it through
Or the next rhyme I might be about you

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

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

Throw you hands up, throw your up
Throw you up, throw your hands up

For every rhyme I write, it's 25 to
Yo, it's a must the we trust safeguardin' my life
Ain't no time for
That leads to incarceration

You don't know me, no relation
Queens niggas don't play
I got time for your petty thinking mind
Son, I'm bigga than

Claimin' that you heat but you're scared to hold
And when the clears
You'll be left one in your dome
years in the projects, my mentality is what, kid

You talk a good one, but you don't 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 reacts
Front if you kid, lay on your back
I don't jacks kid, you know I bring it to you live
Stay in a place, kid you out of line

Criminal thirsty for recognition
I'm sippin', E&J, got my flippin'
I'm buggin', I'm how bizarre to hold my hustlin'
Get that kid, you know my function

long as I'm alive I'ma live illegal
And once I get on put on on my people
React to lyrics like Macs I hit your dome up
When I roll up, don't be caught sleepin', 'cause I'm

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

They
'Cause ain't no such things as halfway
Scared to death and to look
shook
Cause ain't no things as halfway crooks

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

Yeah, yeah, yeah,