Luyện nghe bài hát Money or Murder

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

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

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

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

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

Money or
Money or

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

So what's next in episode?
Fo' niggas hop up in a and chase me down the road
I hit 580 the last time
And I'm gettin' kinda on my gas line

100 in my five-o
Buckshot shatter blast out my
Now they they got me
So I slow down my finger on the glock, gee

up on the side
Shootin' at the nigga that I with the St. Ides
And I couldn't lose, gee
I tried to run his ass off the road like the

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

Now was it or murder?

Money or
or murder

I'm in the cut, late
Some niggas had a argument, a squab, but they fight
I'm watchin' niggas die cocaine
Bullet to the brain, now fucked in the game

Some niggas know
He wanna pump my gas, but I I seen a .44
I figured it's a jack, instead
Of gas, he to pump me full of lead

So now I need a plan
Reach under the with my left hand
He walked up lookin' funny at a
I'm sittin' calm as fuck my finger on a chrome trigger

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

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

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

or murder