Luyện nghe bài hát Give It Up Fast

Got out the airport, the Mobb pick me up in the
junkie like fuck, I ain't scared to get stuck
So what's the deal poppy? You heard the almost got me
I had the Cuban all up in my room and lobby

like an Illuminati network
Don't catch a body experts and till the foul connect
When I lost but then was my fault
Now it's to floss

Eye for an eye what's is yours
I a suite with the flowers
Complementary at Trump
Sit at the we can build for hours

On riches, a cinch, take a glimpse
The Is Yours written all over the blimps
a toast to my foes, it's like a whole new beginning
From [unverified] and prima, loads of women rockin'

I got a to blow the Hiroshima, Japan
Movin' out tha hood and just divide 'em with fam
Ay yo, the bitches like G said to us, man
About the dick like the horse with the brand

it up fast, quick and not slow
Not goin' to the tables if not about dough
Son you know Mobb Deep is runnin' this
QBC, nigga grab your

Yeah son, I'm feelin' it, opposition me dead, concealin' shit
Four gats got me livin', kid, through my pyramid
You secondary, go against the then you adversary
Had to bury niggas on my side, that

Ran his mouth like a bitch, now layin' in a ditch
Daily dug for on his grave I had to piss
Scud missile miss you
Hit you, scratch you off, we left Jim rip through

You deeper, you ain't havin' it me either
It's drama, got time for no breathers
Rapper Noyd make niggas into believers

Huh, huh
Hey Noyd, what up this cat here, man
up

The tough guy strong me, I guess he got to ruin me
He ta do me slowly but surely I beat his fast ass a bit early
Grabbed the biased raid, the shit was
Put the drome to his dome let him it's never early

You can slide before I snatch the heat from his
Saw the devil in disguise by the look in his
He was surprised I him up regulated his gat
And backed him up, to the side, P blast em up

Hey yo, cannons are rough, you got strucked up, ya strokes
So nigga playin' thug try to pro shit
(Yo, that nigga, man)
All I remember was I for his throat G
You see big guns and 3-D is

It gets deep, fuckin' these Chinese
weed burnin' my hip from hot gats
Burnin' my from roach clips
Catch me on and Bootlegger in the a.m.

'R-tape meridian' cats, insomniacs
Four in the mornin' we back some Cognac juice
Lettin' gats loose in the blue van through
kids too couldn't find the pistol

Ay yo, I got the Lexus, holdin' my
I'm bent off some shit, gasoline wick, a kerosene twist
Stumblin', place of my gun right, it's slipped down its
Lookin' for chicks he can stab now

Numbed up for my cup, I held juice of sin's nectar
Saints they youth
Mega-action, bitches all around to fuck
Big asses, you bought all the shit, ya luck

My pipe games like a night train top through ya warm piece
to say the least

Give up the fast, quick and not slow
Not goin' to the cell if it a freak show
Said you Mobb Deep is plannin' this shit
QBC, grab their click

it up fast, quick and not slow
Not goin' to the tables if not about dough
Son you Mobb Deep is runnin' this shit
QBC, nigga your click

(And how it go)
And that's it
(If it a freak show)
It a freak show

Ya know I'm sayin'?
(Don't give up, don't give up, don't up)
go
(You the deal)
Noyd, rapper P, Nas, Havoc to the exit

Niggas we out, up
(The Infamous)
over baby
(Fuck 9-6 to 9-7)
Tell the of the crew