Luyện nghe bài hát Money or Murder

Rollin' down the block smokin'
I got the glock and I'm headed for the sto'
Rollin' up slowly, 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 really tell who he was
But I ain't trippin', 'cause the dank got a nigga buzzed

I hop out of my shit and the car do'
As I step into the store I'm starin' at some hoe
She said, 'Wassup?', a nigga, to me
I to the back 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 ain't
Whip a nigga ass with St. Ides

Ran up out the store, grabbed my gat and licked a hoe
Now what they start shittin' fo'?
Now if the bitch tough, I wouldn'ta have to hurt her
But fuck that when it's money or murder

Money or
Money or

I smashed out the parkin' lot, hoes
As I shipped another to this 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 Cutlass and chase me down the
I hit 580 like the time
And I'm gettin' short on my gas line

100 in my five-o
Buckshot blast out my window
Now they think got me
So I slow down 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 like the

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

Now was it or murder?

or murder
Money or

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

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

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

Nigga wanna see my blood
But did he know he was fuckin' 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, Spice 1, blast me"
Close your eyes and grip your
I shot him in the stomach and watched him like a bitch

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

Money or