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 murderers
The comes equipped for warfare

Beware of my family
Who got 'nuff shots to
For all of those who wanna and pose
Rock you in your
Stab your brain with nosebone

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

I can see it your face, you're in the wrong place
Cowards like you just get they're whole laced up
With bullet and such
the wrong words man and you will get touched
You can put your whole army against my and
I you it'll be your very last time breathin'

Your words just don't 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 call name out
crew is featherweight, my gunshots'll make you levitate

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

So I can get my mind off these yellow backed
Why still alive? I don't know, go figure
Meanwhile back in Queens the is foundation
If I die, I choose a better location

When the slugs penetrate, you feel a burning
Getting closer to God in a situation
Now, these words home and think it through
Or the next rhyme I write might be you

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

Livin' the that of diamonds 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 a crook son, he's just a shook one

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

For every rhyme I write, 25 to life
Yo, a must the gats we trust safeguardin' my life
no time for hesitation
That only leads to

You know me, there's no relation
Queens bridge niggas play
I don't got time for petty thinking mind
Son, I'm bigga those

Claimin' that you heat but you're scared to hold
And the smoke clears
be left with one in your dome
Thirteen 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 to burn in hell for all the things I did

No time to on that cause my brain reacts
Front if you kid, lay on your back
I don't fake jacks kid, you know I it to you live
Stay in a child's place, kid you out of

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

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

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

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

the live, that of diamonds and guns
There's numerous ways you can choose to earn
Some of 'em get shot, locked and turn nuns
hearts end straight up shook ones, shook ones
He a crook son, he's just a shook one

Yeah, yeah, yeah,