Luyện nghe bài hát Money or Murder

Rollin' down the block endo
I got the and I'm headed for the liquor sto'
up slowly, feelin' on my gold teeth
And one of these niggas said know me

He kinda familiar
But nigga, don't step too close, I kill ya
I really tell who he was
But I ain't really trippin', the dank got a nigga buzzed

I hop out of my shit and the car do'
As I step the store I'm starin' at some hard hoe
She said, 'Wassup?', a nigga, to me
I walked to the back and fired up my

I get St. Ides or Olde E?
Looked up, some runnin' at me, 'bout 4 deep
Runnin' up on Spice 1 wise
Whip a ass with some St. Ides

Ran up out the liquor store, my gat and licked a hoe
Now what they wanna start shittin'
Now if the bitch wasn't tough, I have to hurt her
But fuck that shit when it's or murder

or murder
Money or

I out the parkin' lot, hoes watched
As I another bullet to this bitch's dock
I sailed off a yacht
Now that's one nigga a forty concussion and a bitch popped

So what's next in this
Fo' hop up in a Cutlass and chase me down the road
I hit 580 like the time
And I'm kinda short on my gas line

Doin' 100 in my
shatter blast out my window
Now they think got me
So I slow down my finger on the glock, gee

up on the side
Shootin' at the nigga that I busted with the St.
And since I lose, gee
I to run his ass off the road like the movies

And that's about the time that he's
him in the throat as he smashed into a back truck

Now was it money or

Money or
or murder

I'm in the cut, late
niggas had a argument, a squab, but they didn't fight
I'm niggas die over cocaine
Bullet to the brain, now he's fucked in the

niggas don't know
He wanna pump my gas, but I I seen a .44
I figured it's a jack, because
Of gas, he wanted to me full of lead

So now I a murder plan
Reach the seat with my left hand
He up lookin' funny at a nigga
I'm sittin' calm as fuck with my on a chrome trigger

wanna see my blood waste
But little did he know he was fuckin' with a nut
He tried to a .44
But soon as he reached I fucked him up the car do'

I got out the car and his ass, gee
He said, "Please, Spice 1, don't me"
Close your eyes and grip dick
I him in the stomach and watched him scream like a bitch

It ain't shit to watch a gut splurter
When it's money or

or murder