Luyện nghe bài hát Money or Murder

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

He looked familiar
But nigga, don't step too close, I kill ya
I couldn't tell who he was
But I ain't really trippin', 'cause the 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 and fired up my doobie

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

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

Money or
or murder

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

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

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

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

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

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 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 wanted to me full of lead

So now I need a murder
Reach under the seat with my left
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 fuckin' a nut case
He to pull 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 your eyes and grip your
I shot him in the stomach and watched him like a bitch

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

Money or