Luyện nghe bài hát Shook Ones Part II

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Word up son,
Yeah, to all the killers and a dollar billers
For niggas who ain't got no feelings
it out now

[Verse 1:
I got you stuck off the realness, we be the
You heard of us, official murderers
The Mobb equipped for warfare beware
Of my family who got nuff shots to share
For all of those, who wanna and pose
you in your face, stab your brain with your nose bone
You all alone in streets, cousin
Every man for self in this land we be gunning
And keep them shook crews running, they supposed to
come around but they never come close to
I can see it inside your face, in the wrong place
Cowards like you just get whole body laced up
With holes and such
Speak the wrong words man and you will get
You can put your whole army against my and
I guarantee you it'll be your last time breathing
simple words just don't move me, you're minor, we're major
You're all up in the game and don't deserve to be a
Don't make me have to call 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 cold
Another nigga deceased, another story told
It ain't nothing really, hey, yo Dun the philly
So I can get my mind off yellowbacked niggas
Why still alive I don't know, go figure
back in Queens the realness and foundation
If I die, I couldn't choose a location
When the slugs penetrate you a burning sensation
Getting closer to God in a tight
Now take these words home and it through
Or the rhyme I write might be about you

Son, they
Cause ain't no such as halfway crooks
Scared to death, scared to look, they
Cause ain't no such as halfway crooks
Scared to death, to look
the live that of diamonds and guns
There's numerous ways you can to earn funds
Some get shot, locked down and turn
Cowardly hearts and up shook ones, shook ones
He a crook son, he's just a shook one

[Verse 2:
For every rhyme I write 25 to life
Yo it's a must, in gats we trust, my life
no time for hesitation, that only leads to incarceration
You don't me, there's no relation
Queensbridge and we don't play, I got time
For your petty thinking mind, son I'm bigger those
Claiming you pack heat but you're scared to hold
And once the smoke clears be left with one in your dome
years in the projects, my mentality is what kid
You a good one but you don't want it
Sometimes I wonder do I deserve to
Or am I to burn in hell for all the things I did
No time to dwell on that my brain reacts
if you want kid, lay on your back
I don't jacks kid, you know I bring it to you live
Stay in a place, kid you outta line
Criminal thirsty for recognition
I'm sipping, E&J got my flipping
I'm bugging, my ways out of holes by hustling
Get loot kid, you know my function
Cause long as I'm alive I'mma illegal
And I get on I'mma put on all my people
React quick, spit like Macs I hit your dome up
When I up, don't be caught sleeping cause I'm creeping

To all the villains and a hundred dollar
To real brothers who got no feelings
G-yeah, the whole Bridge, get the money
side, keeping it real, Queens get the money