Luyện nghe bài hát Money or Murder

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

He kinda familiar
But nigga, don't step too close, I might ya
I couldn't tell who he was
But I ain't really trippin', the dank got a nigga buzzed

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

Should I get St. or Olde 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 or murder

Money or
or murder

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

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

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

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

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

Now was it money or

Money or
Money or

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

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

So now I a murder plan
Reach 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 wanna see my blood
But little did he know he was with 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 eyes and grip your dick
I shot him in the stomach and him scream like a bitch

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

Money or