Luyện nghe bài hát Rob And Vic

*two gun

a story about two brothers, Rob and Vic
Grew up in the world
God about them, hmm
Forced to fend for
In the Rotten Apples of New City
This takes place, in 1993

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

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

Chorus:

For the love of money, 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 skip a beat
I'm paranoid, every face I see I he after me

we was supposed to be work from this large cat
But since we know where he at -- we goin Bogart!
Son frontin so
Heard he had a hundred G's on his Gold Card
His crab wife me mad cash in her blouse
She he the mad stash at the house
Couldn't up a jooks like this anyday

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

I back and bust em
Shots through they windshield, they wearin shield
Hit the kid behind the steering wheel *car horn* the way I feel
In a state to kill I wanna him DIE
and chill
We got bigger to fry, two L's later
in a Bed-Stuy elevator, got off the fifth
Water hit the skull, ready THE DOOR
off the
Bust right
Only I saw was a nigga four-four
His gun
He to run and, reach for a knife
him in the leg
So think about life
and tell me where the at
He said, "I'll you just don't shoot black!"
the sight of fear, dragged him down six flight of stairs
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, bout her share of the wealth
So we put her and the out
and we went for

Yo, we came off!

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

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