Luyện nghe bài hát Give Up The Goods (just Step)

Hey yo Queens get the Money time no cash
I'm caught up in the hustle when the go blast
The fool retaliated so I had to fast
Pull out my heat first, he out his heat last
Now who the fuck you think is livin' to this
I'm tryin' to tell these young niggas crime pay
They looked at me and said "Queen's niggas don't play. Do thing
I'll do mine kid outta my way"
It's type hard tryna survive in New York
Can't till I'm eatin' off a platinum plate
Po po comes around and to relocate me
me up forever but they can't deflate me cause
Havin' is highly addictive
Especially when you're to havin' money to live with
I step back look at my life as a whole
Ain't no it seems the devil done stole my soul
I'm out for delfia, selfia, P's not ya
I'm tryna get this up, and plus a cellular
Yo Big Noyd! (What up cuzin'?) I cope
With all these crab niggas tryna my rope

Yo it's the r - a p
E - r, n - o - y - d
can't fuck with me
Comin' outta QB
Pushin' an
You ask can I rip it Mentally?
Definitely, to the of me
and test me
Trust me, nigga couldn't touch me if he me
So bust me, you're gonna have to, cause I'mma you
My lyrical a miracle, ill spiritual
I'm wit' it
I'm on wit' it
An' I'mma it 'til I'm fuckin' dead and gone wit' it
Cause I'm a what? Composer of
A destructor
Don't make me buck ya, I'm a wild muthafucka
You know my flow, you know my
pack my gat when I go to see my PO
Jump out my
Pass my gat and my lucci to my
In case my PO try to troop me to the
And if I start
Flippin' on niggas walkin' around da nice gold medallions
But she didn't me, so I escaped see
Back to Queen's pumpin' the fiends makin' Cream
Know what I mean? I'm a born hustler
Won't try to cut ya, pull out my 4 4 and ya

Yo babe no time for jacks
Cuz niggas who fake get laid on their backs
The streets is real can't roll without
I feel how I feel cause I was to kill
Do what I gotta, to eat a meal
Brothers is starvin', try to find a job son
It's all robbin'
So be alarmed
we come through, cause we supposed to
If you to
Get your blown dude, off the map
Cause I react,
A brother wasn't blessed with so I act like that
dealin'
I'm on the world once I start 4-wheelin'
back on the 41st side we do a ride
Sippin E & J, gettin' bent all
Yo, who dat? I never seen him in my whole
Step to his business cause it's only
Po po ain't around so I grab my
Money retaliated so I hit the
My life is on the line gotta hold my projects
Can't see myself bodied by a clown-ass nigga
That ain't from my town
Hit him up in the chest and now he's layin' me down
And up under the benches I started hearin' sirens
I firin'
He cut ass like a
Jetted to the cribpiece, a relief
Stashed the then proceeded to peep out the window
Call my son, "yo son we got
But no
had a problem so I solved him"

I got my mind on the stick-up now time to get paid
Thinkin' of ways to take already made
There's crime in the air, ain't no to be afraid
Gimme yours and get
up the goods and get sprayed
I got lots of love, for my that is
No love for them other crews and kids
All out-a-town niggas know what time it is
And if they don't they to buy a watch
up
Caught up in the cross-fire get hurt
While I be gin straight in a plastic cup
On a park bench on st., my whole crew's famous
You tried to bust your gat and keep it but you nameless
of all slow down, you on the wrong route
Let me put you on your feet and show you what's it all
The street life ain't nuttin' to with
No jokes no kid
For years I been the same shit
Just drinkin' liquor, bids
Extortin' heads
And stickin' up the stick-up