Luyện nghe bài hát Give Up the Goods (Just Step) - Mobb Deep

Hey yo, Queen's get the money time no cash
I'm caught up in the hustle when the guns go
The fool so I had to think fast
Pull out my heat first, he pull out his last

Now who the fuck you think is to this day?
I'm tryin' to tell these young crime don't pay
They looked at me and said, "Queen's don't play
Do your thing, I'll do mine, kid stay my way"

It's type hard tryna 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' cash is addictive
Especially when you're used to havin' money to live
I thought step back look at my life as a
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 Lexus up, and a cellular
Yo Big Noyd! I cope
(What up cuzin'?)
all these crab niggas tryna shorten my rope

Yo, the R, a double P, E, R, N, O, Y, D
Niggas can't fuck me, comin' straight outta QB
Pushin' an Infiniti, you ask, can I rip it Mentally?
Definitely, to the death of me, and test me

me, nigga couldn't touch me if he snuff me
So bust me, you're gonna have to, 'cause I'ma you
My lyrical a miracle, ill spiritual
I'm born wit' it, I'm on wit' it

An' I'ma have it 'til I'm fuckin' and gone wit' it
'Cause I'm a what? Composer of hardcore, a lyrical
Don't make me ya, 'cause I'm a wild muthafucka
You know my flow, you my stilo

Even my gat when I go to see my PO
out my hooptie, pass my gat and my lucci to my shorty
In my PO try to troop me to the island
And if I start wildin', flippin' on walkin' around
Wit' da nice medallions

But she violate me, so I escaped, see
to Queen's pumpin' the fiends makin' more cream
Know I mean? I'm a natural born hustler
try to cut ya, pull out my 44 and bust ya

Yo babe, no for fakin' jacks
'Cause niggas who fake get laid on their backs
The is real can't roll without steel
I feel how I feel 'cause I was to kill

Do I gotta, to eat a decent meal
is starvin', don't try to find a job son
It's all about robbin', so don't be
When we come through 'cause we to

If you opposed to get your face blown off the map
'Cause 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'

'Cause back on the side we do a ride
Sippin' E&J, bent all night
Yo, who dat? I never him in my whole life
to his business 'cause it's only right

Po po around so I grab 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
And now he's me down dead
And up from under the benches, I started hearin'
I firin', he cut ass like a diamond

to the cribpiece, what a relief
Stashed the heat then proceeded to peep out the
Call my son, "Yo son, we got but no question
Money had a so I solved him"

I got my mind on the stick-up, now 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 laid, give up the goods and get

I got of love for my crew, that is
No love for them other crews and rival
All them out-a-town niggas know what it is
And if they they need to buy a watch

Word up, caught up in the get theyself hurt
While I be sippin' gin in a plastic cup
On a park bench on St., my whole crew's famous
You tried to bust gat and keep it real but you nameless

First of all, slow down, you on the route
Let me put you on your and show you what's it all about
The street life ain't nuttin' to play with, no jokes, no kid
For I been doin' the same shit
Just drinkin' liquor, doin' bids, crack heads
And up the stick-up kids