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 niggas they 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', 'cause the dank got a 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 up my doobie

Should I get St. Ides or E?
Looked up, some niggas runnin' at me, 4 deep
Runnin' up on 1 ain't wise
Whip a nigga ass with some St.

Ran up out the liquor store, grabbed my gat and a hoe
Now what they wanna start fo'?
Now if the bitch tough, I wouldn'ta have to hurt her
But fuck that shit it's money or murder

Money or
or murder

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

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

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

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

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

Now was it or murder?

or murder
Money or

I'm in the cut, night
Some had a argument, a squab, but they didn't fight
I'm watchin' die over cocaine
Bullet to the brain, now fucked in the game

Some niggas don't
He wanna pump my gas, but I think I a .44
I figured a jack, because instead
Of gas, he to pump me full of lead

So now I need a murder
Reach the seat with my left hand
He walked up lookin' funny at a
I'm calm as fuck with my finger 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, 1, don't blast me"
your eyes and grip your dick
I him in the stomach and watched him scream like a bitch

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

or murder