Luyện nghe bài hát Shook Ones (Freestyle)

Hey, yo, to all the
And the hundred billers
For real, niggas who got no feelings
it out now

I got you off the realness
We be the infamous, you of us
Official Queens murderers
The Mobb equipped with warfare

of my crime family
Who got 'nuff shots to
For all of those who wanna profile and
Rock you in your
your brain with your nosebone

You're all in these streets, cousin
Every man for theirself in this we be gunnin'
And keep them crews runnin'
Like they to
They come around but they never close to

I can see it inside your face, you're in the place
Cowards like you just get they're whole laced up
With bullet and such
Speak the wrong words man and you will get
You can put your whole against my team and
I guarantee you it'll be your last time breathin'

Your simple just don't move me, you're minor, we're major
You all up in the game and deserve to be a playa
Don't make me have to call name out
crew is featherweight, my gunshots'll make you levitate

I'm only nineteen but my mind is
And the things get for real, my warm heart turns cold
Another deceased, another story gets told
It nuttin' really, ay yo dun, fuck the Philly

So I can get my mind off these yellow backed
Why they still alive? I don't know, go
back in Queens the realness is foundation
If I die, I couldn't choose a location

When the slugs penetrate, you feel a burning
closer to God in a tight situation
Now, take these words home and it through
Or the next rhyme I write might be you

Son, shook
'Cause ain't no such as halfway crooks
to death and scared to look
They
'Cause no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death and to look

Livin' the live that of and guns
There's numerous ways you can choose to earn
Some of 'em get shot, down and turn nuns
Cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones, ones
He ain't a crook son, he's a shook one

you hands up, throw your hands up
Throw you hands up, throw your up

For every rhyme I write, 25 to life
Yo, it's a the gats we trust safeguardin' my life
Ain't no time for
only leads to incarceration

You don't me, there's no relation
Queens bridge niggas play
I don't got time for your thinking mind
Son, I'm bigga than

Claimin' that you pack but you're scared to hold
And when the smoke
You'll be with one in your dome
years in the projects, my mentality is what, kid

You talk a good one, but you don't it
I wonder do I deserve to live
Or am I going to in hell for all the things I did

No time to dwell on that my brain reacts
if you want kid, lay on your back
I don't fake jacks kid, you know I bring it to you
in a child's place, kid you out of line

Criminal minds for recognition
I'm sippin', E&J, got my mind
I'm buggin', I'm how bizarre to hold my hustlin'
Get that loot kid, you know my

'Cause long as I'm alive I'ma live
And I get on I'ma put on on my people
React mixed to lyrics like Macs I hit your up
When I roll up, don't be caught sleepin', 'cause I'm

Son, shook
'Cause ain't no such things as crooks
to death and scared to look
They
'Cause ain't no things as halfway crooks
Scared to death and scared to

They
'Cause no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to and scared to look
They
ain't no such things as halfway crooks

Livin' the live, that of and guns
numerous ways you can choose to earn funds
Some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn
Cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones, shook
He a crook son, he's just a shook one

Yeah, yeah, yeah,