Luyện nghe bài hát Shook Ones Pt Ii

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

I got you off the realness, we be The Infamous
You of us, official Queensbridge murderers
The Mobb comes equipped warfare
Beware of my crime who got 'nuff shots to share

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

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

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

Don't make me have to call your out
Your is featherweight, my gunshots'll make you levitate
I'm only nineteen but my is old
And the things get for real, my warm heart turns cold

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

back in Queens, the realness is foundation
If I die, I couldn't choose a better
the slugs penetrate, you feel a burnin' sensation
Gettin' to God in a tight situation
Now, take these words home and it through
Or the next rhyme I write be about you

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

Livin' the live of diamonds and guns
There's numerous ways you can choose to funds
Some of 'em get shot, locked down and nuns
Cowardly hearts end straight up ones
He a crook, son, he just a shook one

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

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

13 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 goin' to burn in Hell for all the things I

No to dwell on that 'cause my brain reacts
Front if you want, kid, lay on your
I don't fake jacks, kid, you I bring it to you live
in a child's place, kid, you outta line

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

long as I'm alive, I'ma live illegal
And once I get on, I'ma put on all my
mix to lyrics like Macs, I hit your dome up
When I roll up, don't be caught 'cause I'm creepin'

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

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

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