Luyện nghe bài hát Rob And Vic

*two gun

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

How nigs did we get so far?
I care to count
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
Went in his pockets and got the cash in big amounts
I him dead cold in his eyes, *blast* without carin
If money speak, that explain the voices been hearin
You ain't really to kill him
Yo God he moved -- but I
Damn, there's our stick-up turned homicide
So? the way our momma died
Is you with me slide

So we slid, had to get our gameplan
Cause this little bit of stickup loot lastin us forever
Desperate, on the edge with no to go
We go back to the hood we stuck up everyone we know

*sung*

For the love of money, people rob from each other
For the love of money, people 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, every I see I think he after me

we was supposed to be gettin work from this cat
But since we know where he rest at -- we Bogart!
Son frontin so
he had a hundred G's alone on his Gold Card
His crab wife showed me mad in her blouse
She said he the mad stash at the
Couldn't pass up a jooks like this

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

I jump back and em
Shots through they windshield, ain't wearin shield
Hit the kid the steering wheel *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, KICK THE DOOR
off the
shots right
Only thing I saw was a nigga
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 tell you just don't black!"
the sight of fear, dragged him down six flight of stairs
to the basement, and in someway, he had a trap in the pavement
Smacked him with the gun, him out the way
Had to be at 500 K
Now hear come the bitch, talkin bout her 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, let's
Yea yea
And be this place
So much dirt and shit we did hard to show our face
So we bounced out of and went down to Miami
Cause most those cats we was like family
Now me and you beefin, nah it be true
It all started all we had was just me and you
Now a whole person is what I'm startin to see in you
'Member we had the new Lex
with the two Techs, to the duplex, drinkin Stout
Thinkin bout, we gonna do next, we used to work tight
cars, down to dirt bikes
Hopin will go right, with the snow white
and in spots that flow all night
Up to day it was all tight
Man, THAT!
You my little brother and we came out the pussy
but kill you, you dummy, you FUCKED UP MY MONEY!
Nah, the fucked YOU up
Tryin to say the money me?
What you think, I'm brother, you got a gun in my face see
What??!
How can one tiny mistake, you wannaerase me
Fuck that! You cut a side deal, why they raided the block
Now how the I'm 'sposed to know the undercover was a cop
Son you fuckin with them niggaz!
just put down the gun and let this bullshit slide
Nigga I ain't puttin SHIT
I'm tellin you let's chill man
THAT NIGGA!
It gotta be this way man
NIGGA? IT GOTTA BE THIS WAY!
IT DON'T BE LIKE THIS MAN!
IT BE NIGGA!
THEN GO AHEAD AND THE TRIGGER!!
I WON'T? FUCK YOU!
YOU KNOW YOU GON' DO IT!
YOU! *gun blasts*

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