Luyện nghe bài hát Give Up the Goods (Just Step) [Funkmaster Flex Version]

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

Yo the r - a double p
E - r, n - o - y - d
Niggas can't fuck me
Comin' straight QB
Pushin' an
You ask can I rip it constantly?
Definitely, to the of me
and test me
Trust me, nigga touch me if he snuff me
So bust me, you're gonna to, cause I'mma blast you
My like a miracle, ill spiritual
I'm wit' it
I'm gettin' on it
An' I'mma have it 'til I'm dead and gone wit' it
Cause I'm a what? of hardcore
A destructor
Don't me buck ya, cause I'm a wild muthafucka
You my flow, you know my stilo
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 wildin'
Flippin' on niggas walkin' wit' da nice gold medallions
But she didn't violate me, so I see
Back to Queen's the fiends makin' more Cream
Know what I mean? I'm a born hustler
try to cut ya, pull out my 4 4 and bust ya

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

I got my on the stick-up now it's time to get paid
Thinkin' of ways to loot already made
There's in the air, ain't no time to be afraid
Gimme yours and get
Give up the and get sprayed
I got lots of love, for my that is
No love for them crews and rival kids
All them out-a-town niggas what time it is
And if don't they need to buy a watch
up
Caught up in the cross-fire get theyself
I be sippin' gin straight in a plastic cup
On a park bench on 12th st., my whole famous
You to bust your gat and keep it real but you nameless
First of all 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 play
No no games kid
For years I been doin' the same
Just drinkin' liquor, bids
crack heads
And stickin' up the kids