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 niggas said they know me

He looked familiar
But nigga, don't too close, I might kill ya
I couldn't really 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 into 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

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

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

Money or
or murder

I smashed out the lot, hoes watched
As I shipped another 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 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 blast out my window
Now they they got me
So I down with my finger on the glock, gee

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

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

Now was it or murder?

Money or
or murder

I'm in the cut, night
Some niggas had a argument, a squab, but they fight
I'm niggas die over cocaine
Bullet to the brain, now he's in the game

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

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

Nigga wanna see my blood
But little did he know he was with a nut case
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, 1, don't blast me"
Close eyes and grip your dick
I shot him in the and watched him scream like a bitch

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

Money or