Luyện nghe bài hát Rob And Vic

*two gun

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

How many did we get so far?
I couldn't to count
snatch 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 pockets and got the cash in some big
I looked him dead 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 with me slide

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

*sung*

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

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

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

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

I jump and bust em
Shots through they windshield, they ain't wearin
Hit the kid behind the steering *car horn* it's the way I feel
In a to kill I wanna watch him DIE
and chill
We got fish 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 shots
thing I saw was a nigga four-four
His gun
He tried to run and, for a knife
him in the leg
So about your life
and tell me where the at
He said, "I'll tell you just don't black!"
With the sight of fear, dragged him six flight of stairs
to the basement, and in someway, he had a trap door in the
Smacked him the gun, kicked him out the way
Had to be at 500 K
Now come the bitch, talkin bout her share of the wealth
So we put her and the out
and we went for

Yo, we fuckin off!

The plan was
we got all this money, and can't even spend it
Shh, disappear
Yea yea
And be outta place
So dirt and shit we did it's hard to show our face
So we bounced out of town and down to Miami
Cause those cats we crabbed was like family
Now me and you beefin, nah it can't be
It all when all we had was just me and you
Now a whole different is what I'm startin to see in you
when we had the new Lex
with the two Techs, to the duplex, drinkin Stout
Thinkin bout, what we gonna do next, we used to tight
Half-assed cars, to dirt bikes
Hopin everything go right, with the snow white
and in spots 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 money 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
Fuck that! You cut a side deal, why they raided the block
Now how the fuck I'm to know the undercover was a cop
Son you been fuckin them niggaz!
just put down the gun and let this bullshit slide
Nigga I ain't puttin SHIT
I'm tellin you let's just man
FUCK NIGGA!
It don't gotta be way man
WHAT NIGGA? IT BE THIS WAY!
IT DON'T BE LIKE THIS MAN!
IT BE NIGGA!
THEN GO AHEAD AND THE TRIGGER!!
THINK I WON'T? YOU!
YOU KNOW YOU GON' DO IT!
FUCK YOU! blasts*

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