Luyện nghe bài hát Shook Ones Pt Ii

Hold up, son,
Yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar
For niggas who ain't got no feelin's
it out now

I got you stuck off the realness, we be The
You heard of us, Queensbridge murderers
The Mobb comes equipped with
Beware of my crime family who got 'nuff to share

For all of those who profile and pose
Rock you in your face, stab your wit your nose bone
You all in these streets, cousin
Every man for they self in land, we be gunnin'

And keep them shook crews like they supposed to
They come around but they never come to
I can see it inside your face, you're in the place
Cowards you just get they whole body laced up
With holes and such
Speak the wrong words, man and you will get

You could put your whole army against my
And I guarantee you, it'll be your very time breathin'
Your simple words just don't me, you're minor, we're major
You all up in the game and deserve to be a player

make me have to call your name out
Your crew is featherweight, my gunshots'll make you
I'm only nineteen but my is old
And when the get for real, my warm heart turns cold

Another nigga deceased, another story gets
It ain't nothin' really, hey, yo, dun, spark the
So I can get my off these yellowbacked niggas
Why they still alive? I don't know, go

Meanwhile back in Queens, the is foundation
If I die, I couldn't choose a location
When the slugs penetrate, you a burnin' sensation
Gettin' closer to God in a situation
Now, these words home and think it through
Or the next rhyme I might be about you

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

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

For every rhyme I write, 25 to life
Yo, it's a must, the gats we trust, safeguardin' my
no time for hesitation, that only leads to incarceration
You don't me, there's no relation

niggas don't play
I don't get time for your petty thinkin' mind, son, I'm bigga than those Claimin' that you pack heat but scared to hold
And the smoke clears, you'll be left with one in your dome

13 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 time to dwell on 'cause my brain reacts
if you want, kid, lay on your back
I fake jacks, kid, you know I bring it to you live
Stay in a child's place, kid, you line

Criminal minds, for recognition
I'm E&J, got my mind flippin'
I'm buggin', think I'm how bizarre to my hustlin'
Get loot, kid, you know my function

'Cause long as I'm alive, I'ma live
And I get on, I'ma put on all my peoples
React mix to lyrics like Macs, I hit your up
I roll up, don't be caught sleepin' 'cause I'm creepin'

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

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

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

Yeah, yeah,
To all the and a hundred dollar billas
To brothers who ain't got no dealings
G-yeah, the Bridge, Queens get the money, 41st side