Luyện nghe bài hát Rob And Vic

*two gun

It's a story two brothers, Rob and Vic
Grew up in the alone
God forgot them, hmm
Forced to fend for
In the Rotten Apples of New York
This takes place, in 1993

How many did we get so far?
I couldn't care to
Just em up quick
If he scream, put him out
I put the heat to his face to HIM UP
so I can dig him out
Went in his and got the cash in some big amounts
I him dead cold in his eyes, *blast* without carin
If money speak, that the voices I've been hearin
You ain't have to kill him
Yo God he moved -- but I
Damn, there's our sick stick-up homicide
So? That's the way our momma
Is you me I'ma slide

So we slid, had to get our together
Cause this little bit of stickup ain't lastin us forever
Desperate, on the edge with no to go
We can't go back to the hood we stuck up everyone we

Chorus:

For the of money, people will rob from each other
For the love of money, will steal from their mother
For the of money, people will kill their own brother..

Now everytime I hear a fuckin siren, my heart a beat
I'm paranoid, every face I see I he after me

we was supposed to be gettin work from large cat
But we know where he rest at -- we goin Bogart!
Son frontin so
Heard he had a hundred G's alone on his Gold
His wife showed me mad cash in her blouse
She said he the mad at the house
pass up a jooks like this anyday

on our way there, I'm bad vibes
Yo kid don't say
That's when we bumped
with vicks that we from way back, up on Atlantic
The way them niggaz God they drivin mad frantic
Yo don't panic, me

I jump back and em
Shots through they windshield, they wearin shield
Hit the kid behind the steering wheel *car horn* the way I feel
In a to kill I wanna watch him DIE
Wait and
We got bigger to fry, two L's later
in a elevator, got off the fifth floor
Water hit the skull, KICK THE DOOR
off the
shots right
Only I saw was a nigga four-four
His gun
He tried to run and, reach for a
him in the leg
So about your life
and tell me the loot's at
He said, "I'll tell you don't shoot black!"
With the sight of fear, dragged him down six flight of
to the basement, and in someway, he had a trap door in the
Smacked him with the gun, him out the way
Had to be at 500 K
Now hear come the bitch, talkin bout her share of the
So we put her and the out
and we went for

Yo, we came off!

The was splendid
we got all this money, and can't even spend it
Shh, disappear
Yea yea
And be this place
So much dirt and shit we did it's hard to show our
So we bounced out of town and went to Miami
most those cats we crabbed was like family
Now me and you beefin, nah it be true
It all started when all we had was me and you
Now a whole different is what I'm startin to see in you
'Member we had the new Lex
with the two Techs, rollin to the duplex, Stout
Thinkin bout, we gonna do next, we used to work tight
cars, down to dirt bikes
Hopin everything will go right, the snow white
and in number that flow all night
Up to day it was all tight
Man, THAT!
You my brother and we came out the same pussy
but I'ma you, you dummy, you FUCKED UP MY MONEY!
Nah, the money YOU up
Tryin to say the changed me?
What you think, I'm your brother, you got a gun in my see
What??!
How can one tiny mistake, you wannaerase me
Fuck that! You cut a side deal, that's why they the block
Now how the I'm 'sposed to know the undercover was a cop
Son you been fuckin with niggaz!
Look just put down the gun and let bullshit slide
Nigga I ain't down SHIT
I'm you let's just chill man
FUCK NIGGA!
It gotta be this way man
WHAT IT GOTTA BE THIS WAY!
IT DON'T GOTTA BE THIS MAN!
IT BE NIGGA!
THEN GO AHEAD AND THE TRIGGER!!
THINK I WON'T? YOU!
YOU YOU AIN'T GON' DO IT!
FUCK YOU! *gun

Chorus cont. with - Don't let money change you.. - fade