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 comes for warfare

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You talk a one, but you don't want it
I wonder 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 kid, lay on your back
I don't fake jacks kid, you know I it to you live
Stay in a place, kid you out of line

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

'Cause long as I'm alive live illegal
And once I get on I'ma put on on my
React mixed to lyrics like I hit your dome up
When I roll up, be caught sleepin', 'cause I'm creepin'

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

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

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

Yeah, yeah, yeah,