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

Hey yo Queens get the Money long no cash
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 pull out his last
Now who the fuck you think is livin' to this
I'm tryin' to these young niggas crime don't pay
They at me and said "Queen's niggas don't play. Do your thing
do mine kid stay outta my way"
It's type tryna survive in New York state
Can't stop I'm eatin' off a platinum plate
Po po comes around and to relocate me
Lock me up forever but they deflate me cause
cash is highly addictive
Especially when you're used to havin' money to with
I thought back look at my life as a whole
Ain't no love it seems the 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 niggas tryna shorten my rope

Yo it's the r - a p
E - r, n - o - y - d
Niggas fuck with me
Comin' straight QB
an Infiniti
You ask can I rip it constantly?
Definitely, to the of me
and test me
Trust me, nigga couldn't touch me if he me
So me, you're gonna have to, cause I'mma blast you
My like 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? of hardcore
A destructor
Don't make me buck ya, cause I'm a wild
You know my flow, you know my
pack my gat when I go to see my PO
Jump out my
my gat and my lucci to my shorty
In my PO try to troop me to the island
And if I wildin'
Flippin' on niggas walkin' around wit' da gold medallions
But she violate me, so I escaped see
Back to Queen's pumpin' the makin' more Cream
Know what I mean? I'm a born hustler
Won't try to cut ya, pull out my 4 4 and ya

Yo no time for fakin' jacks
Cuz niggas who fake jacks get on their backs
The is real can't roll without steel
I how I feel cause I was born to kill
Do what I gotta, to eat a meal
Brothers is starvin', don't try to a job son
It's all about
So be alarmed
we come through, cause we supposed to
If you to
Get your face dude, off the map
Cause I react,
A brother blessed with wealth 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 dat? I never seen him in my whole
Step to his business it's only right
Po po ain't around so I my pound
Money so I hit the ground
My life is on the line gotta hold my down
see myself gettin' bodied by a clown-ass nigga
That ain't even from my
Hit him up in the chest and now he's me down dead
And up from under the benches I started hearin'
I stop
He cut ass a diamond
to the cribpiece, what a relief
Stashed the heat then 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 it's to get paid
of ways to take loot already made
There's crime in the air, ain't no to be afraid
yours and get laid
Give up the and get sprayed
I got lots of love, for my crew is
No love for other crews and rival kids
All them out-a-town niggas know time it is
And if they they need to buy a watch
up
Caught up in the cross-fire get hurt
While I be sippin' gin straight in a cup
On a bench on 12th st., my whole crew's famous
You tried to your gat and keep it real but you nameless
First of all down, you on the wrong route
Let me put you on feet and show you what's it all about
The life ain't nuttin' to play with
No jokes no kid
For I been doin' the same shit
Just liquor, doin' bids
Extortin' heads
And up the stick-up kids