Luyện nghe bài hát Shook Ones

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

I got you stuck off the
We be the infamous, you of us
Official bridge murderers
The Mobb equipped for warfare

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

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

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

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

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

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

When the penetrate, you feel a burning sensation
Getting closer to God in a tight
Now, take these home and think it through
Or the next rhyme I write be about you

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

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

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

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

You don't me, there's no relation
Queens bridge niggas don't
I don't got time for your petty mind
Son, I'm bigga than

Claimin' that you pack heat but scared to hold
And when the clears
be left with one in your dome
Thirteen years in the projects, my is what, kid

You talk a good one, but you don't it
Sometimes I do I deserve to live
Or am I going to in hell for all the things I did

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, yeah, yeah,