Luyện nghe bài hát Shook Ones, Pt. 2

Word up son,
Yeah, to all the and a hundred dollar billas
(yo I got the phone thing, sayin', keep your eyes open)
For real niggas who got no feelins
(keep eyes open)
(no doubt, no son, I got this, I got this)
(just my back, I got this first, yo)
it out now
(word up, say it to them niggas, check this out a murda')

I got you off the realness, we be the infamous
You of us
Queensbridge murderers
The Mobb comes equipped with warfare,
Of my crime family who got nuff to share
For all of who wanna profile and pose
you in your face, stab your brain wit' your nose bone
You all in these streets, cousin
Every man for their-self in this land we be
And keep them shook crews
Like they to
They come but they never come close to
I can see it inside your
You're in the place
Cowards like you just get they're whole body up
With holes and such
Speak the wrong man and you will get touched
You can put your whole army against my and
I you it'll be your very last time breathin'
Your simple words just move me
You're minor, we're
You all up in the game and don't to be a player
Don't make me have to call name out
Your crew is
My make you levitate
I'm only nineteen but my is old
And when the things get for real my heart turns cold
nigga deceased, another story gets told
It nothin' really
Hey, yo dun the Phillie
So I can get my mind off these niggas
Why they still alive I know, go figure
Meanwhile back in Queens the is foundation
If I die I couldn't choose a location
the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation
Getting to God in a tight situation
Now, take these home and think it through
Or the next I write might be about you

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

Livin' the live of diamonds and guns
There's numerous ways you can choose to funds, 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, shook one

For rhyme I write, its 25 to life
Yo, it's a must the we trust safe guardin' my life
no time for hesitation
That leads to incarceration
You don't know me, there's no
Queensbridge niggas don't
I got time for your pretty thinking mind
Son, I'm bigga those claimin' that you pack heat
But you're to hold
And when the smoke clears you'll be left with one in dome
Thirteen years in the projects, my is what, kid
You a good 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 on that 'cause my brain reacts
Front if you kid, lay on your back
I don't fake that kid you I bring it to you live
Stay in a place, kid you out o' line
Criminal minds for recognition
I'm E and J, got my mind flippin'
I'm buggin' think I'm how bizarre to hold my
Get loot kid, you know my function
long as I'm alive I'm a live illegal
And once I get on I'm a put on, on my
React mix to lyrics Macs I hit your dome up
When I up, don't be caught sleepin'
I'm creepin'

Son, shook,
'cause ain't no such as halfway crooks
Scared to and scared to look
(he's just a one)
shook,
'cause ain't no things as halfway crooks
to death and scared to look
(we live the live of diamonds)

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

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

Yeah, yeah,
To all the killas and a dollar billas
To real brothers who got no feelins
G-yeah, the whole Bridge, get the money
41st side (he's just a one)
Keepin' it (you know)
Queens get the

It ain't son
Its all
You what I'm saying