Luyện nghe bài hát Money or Murder

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

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

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

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

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

Money or
Money or

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

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

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

up on the side
Shootin' at the nigga that I busted with the St.
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
him in the throat as he smashed into a back truck

Now was it money or

or murder
Money or

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

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

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

Nigga wanna see my waste
But little did he know he was with a nut case
He to pull 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 and watched him scream like a bitch

It ain't to watch a nigga gut splurter
When money or murder

or murder