Luyện nghe bài hát Money or Murder

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

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

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

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

Money or
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 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 last
And I'm gettin' kinda on my gas line

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

Pulled up on the
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 like the

And that's the time 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, late
Some niggas had a argument, a squab, but didn't fight
I'm watchin' die over cocaine
to the brain, now he's fucked in the game

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

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

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

I got out the car and his ass, gee
He said, "Please, 1, don't blast me"
Close your and grip your dick
I shot him in the stomach and watched him scream like a

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

Money or