Luyện nghe bài hát Money or Murder

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

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

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

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

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

or murder
Money or

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

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

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

up on the side
Shootin' at the nigga I busted with 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 that he's fucked
Shot him in the throat as he smashed into a truck

Now was it or murder?

Money or
Money or

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

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

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

Nigga see my blood waste
But little did he know he was fuckin' with a nut
He tried to 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, Spice 1, don't me"
Close eyes and grip your dick
I shot him in the and watched him scream like a bitch

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

or murder