Luyện nghe bài hát Money or Murder

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

He kinda familiar
But nigga, step too close, I might kill ya
I couldn't really 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 into the store I'm starin' at hard hoe
She said, 'Wassup?', a nigga, to me
I walked to the back and fired up my

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

Ran up out the liquor store, 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

or murder
Money or

I smashed out the parkin' lot, hoes
As I shipped bullet 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 in this episode?
Fo' niggas hop up in a Cutlass and chase me the road
I hit 580 like the time
And I'm kinda short on my gas line

100 in my five-o
Buckshot shatter blast out my
Now they think got me
So I slow down with my 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 money or

or murder
Money or

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

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

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

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

I got out the car and his ass, gee
He said, "Please, Spice 1, don't 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 gut splurter
When it's or murder

or murder