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 Apples of New York City
story takes place, in 1993

How nigs did we get so far?
I couldn't to count
Just snatch em up
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 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 have to kill him
Yo God he moved -- but I
Damn, there's our sick turned homicide
So? That's the way our momma
Is you me I'ma slide

So we slid, had to get our gameplan
Cause this little bit of loot ain't lastin us forever
Desperate, on the edge with no 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, people will 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 I see I think he after me

we was supposed to be gettin work this large cat
But since we know 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 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 say that
when we bumped heads
with vicks that we stuck from way back, up on
The way niggaz lookin God they drivin mad frantic
Yo don't panic, me

I jump back and em
Shots they windshield, they ain't wearin shield
Hit the kid behind the steering wheel horn* it's the way I feel
In a state to I wanna watch him DIE
Wait and
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 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 don't shoot black!"
With the sight of fear, him down 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 hear come the bitch, bout her share of the wealth
So we put her and the out
and we for self

Yo, we fuckin off!

The plan was
'Cept we got all money, and can't even spend it
Shh, let's
Yea yea
And be this place
So dirt and shit we did it's hard to show our face
So we bounced out of and went down to Miami
Cause those cats we crabbed was like family
Now me and you beefin, nah it can't be
It all started 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, to the duplex, drinkin Stout
Thinkin bout, what we do next, we used to work tight
Half-assed cars, down to dirt
Hopin everything will go right, 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 changed me?
you think, I'm your 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 been fuckin with niggaz!
Look just put down the gun and let this bullshit
Nigga I ain't puttin down
I'm tellin you let's chill man
THAT NIGGA!
It don't be this way man
WHAT NIGGA? IT BE THIS WAY!
IT DON'T GOTTA BE LIKE MAN!
IT BE NIGGA!
GO AHEAD AND PULL THE TRIGGER!!
THINK I FUCK YOU!
YOU KNOW YOU GON' DO IT!
YOU! *gun blasts*

Chorus cont. with - let money change you.. - before fade