Luyện nghe bài hát Shook Ones (Freestyle)

Hey, yo, to all the
And the hundred billers
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 bridge murderers
The Mobb comes equipped with

Beware of my family
Who got 'nuff to share
For all of those who wanna profile and
you in your face
Stab brain with your nosebone

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

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

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

I'm nineteen but my mind is older
And the things get for real, my warm heart turns cold
Another deceased, another story gets told
It nuttin' really, ay yo dun, fuck the Philly

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You talk a one, but you don't want 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 brain
Front if you want kid, lay on back
I don't jacks kid, you know I bring it to you live
in a child's place, kid you out of line

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

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

They
'Cause no such things as halfway crooks
to death and scared to look
They
Cause no such things as halfway crooks

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

Yeah, yeah, yeah,