Luyện nghe bài hát Shook Ones (Freestyle)

Hey, yo, to all the
And the hundred dollar
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 equipped with

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

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

I can see it inside your face, you're in the place
Cowards like you just get 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 it'll be your last time breathin'

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

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

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

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

Son, shook
'Cause ain't no such things as halfway
Scared to death and scared to
They
'Cause ain't no such things as crooks
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 down and turn
Cowardly hearts end straight up ones, shook ones
He a crook son, he's just a shook one

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

For every rhyme I write, 25 to life
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 bridge niggas play
I don't got time for your petty thinking
Son, I'm than those

Claimin' that you pack heat but 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 want it
Sometimes I wonder do I deserve to
Or am I to burn in hell for all the things I did

No to dwell on that cause my brain 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 child's place, kid you out of

Criminal minds for recognition
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 I'ma live illegal
And once I get on put on on my people
mixed to lyrics like Macs I hit your dome up
When I roll up, don't be sleepin', 'cause I'm creepin'

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

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

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

Yeah, yeah, yeah,