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
Forced to for themselves
In the Rotten of New York City
story takes place, in 1993

How many nigs did we get so
I care 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 and got the cash in some big amounts
I looked him cold in his eyes, *blast* without carin
If money speak, that explain the voices I've been
You ain't have to kill him
Yo God he moved -- but I
Damn, our sick stick-up turned homicide
So? the way our momma died
Is you with me slide

So we slid, had to get our together
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, people will rob from each
For the of money, people will steal from their mother
For the love of money, people will kill own brother..

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

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

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

I jump and bust em
Shots through they windshield, they wearin shield
Hit the kid behind the steering wheel *car horn* it's the way I
In a state to kill I wanna him DIE
and chill
We got bigger fish to fry, two L's
in a Bed-Stuy elevator, got off the fifth
Water hit the skull, ready THE DOOR
off the
Bust right
Only thing I saw was a four-four
His gun
He tried to run and, reach for a
him in the leg
So think your life
and me where the loot's at
He said, "I'll tell you just shoot 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 with the gun, 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
'Cept we got all this money, and can't even it
Shh, disappear
Yea yea
And be outta place
So much dirt and shit we did it's to show our face
So we bounced out of and went down to Miami
Cause most 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 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
bout, what we gonna do next, we used to work tight
Half-assed cars, down to dirt
Hopin everything will go right, with the snow
and in number spots that 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 tiny mistake, make you 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 fuckin with them niggaz!
Look put down the gun and let this bullshit slide
Nigga I ain't puttin down
I'm tellin you just chill man
FUCK NIGGA!
It don't be this way man
WHAT NIGGA? IT BE THIS WAY!
IT DON'T GOTTA BE THIS MAN!
IT BE NIGGA!
GO AHEAD AND PULL THE TRIGGER!!
THINK I WON'T? YOU!
YOU KNOW YOU AIN'T DO IT!
YOU! *gun blasts*

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