Luyện nghe bài hát Shook Ones (Freestyle)

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
Queens bridge murderers
The Mobb comes equipped warfare

of my crime family
Who got 'nuff to share
For all of those who profile and pose
Rock you in your
Stab your brain your nosebone

all alone in these streets, cousin
Every man for theirself in this we be gunnin'
And keep them shook runnin'
they supposed to
They come 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 whole laced up
With bullet and such
Speak the wrong words man and you will get
You can put your whole army my team 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 game and don't deserve to be a
Don't make me have to your name out
crew is featherweight, my gunshots'll make you levitate

I'm only but my mind is older
And when the 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 yellow backed niggas
Why they still I don't know, go figure
Meanwhile back in Queens the is foundation
If I die, I couldn't choose a better

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

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

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 up shook ones, shook ones
He ain't a crook son, just a shook one

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

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

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

Claimin' that you pack 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 a good one, but you don't want it
Sometimes I do I deserve to live
Or am I to burn in hell for all the things I did

No to dwell on that cause my brain reacts
if you want 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 thirsty for recognition
I'm sippin', E&J, got my mind
I'm buggin', I'm how bizarre to hold my hustlin'
Get loot kid, you know my function

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

Son, shook
'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 to look

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

Livin' the live, of diamonds 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 shook ones, ones
He ain't a crook son, he's a shook one

Yeah, yeah, yeah,