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
Forced to fend for
In the Apples of New York City
This story place, in 1993

How many nigs did we get so
I couldn't care to
Just snatch em up
If he scream, put him out
I put the to his face to SHUT HIM UP
so I can dig him out
Went in his and got the cash in some big amounts
I looked him dead cold in his eyes, without carin
If speak, that explain the voices I've been hearin
You really have to kill him
Yo God he moved -- but I
Damn, there's our sick turned homicide
So? the way our momma died
Is you me I'ma slide

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

Chorus:

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

we was to be gettin work from this large cat
But we know where he rest at -- we goin Bogart!
Son frontin so
Heard he had a hundred G's alone on his Gold
His crab showed me mad cash in her blouse
She he the mad stash at the house
pass up a jooks like this anyday

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

I jump and bust em
Shots they windshield, they ain't wearin shield
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 bigger fish to fry, two L's
in a Bed-Stuy elevator, got off the floor
Water hit the skull, ready KICK THE
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 tell you don't shoot black!"
With the 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, talkin 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 money, and can't even spend it
Shh, disappear
Yea yea
And be outta place
So much dirt and shit we did it's hard to our face
So we bounced out of town and went to Miami
Cause most those cats we crabbed was 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 person is I'm startin to see in you
'Member we had the new Lex
with the two Techs, rollin to the duplex, drinkin
Thinkin bout, what we gonna do next, we used to work
Half-assed cars, down to bikes
Hopin everything will go right, with the white
and in number spots that flow all
Up to this day it was all
Man, THAT!
You my little and we came out the same 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 mistake, make you wannaerase me
Fuck that! You cut a side deal, that's why raided the block
Now how the fuck I'm to know the undercover was a cop
Son you been with them niggaz!
just put down the gun and let this bullshit slide
Nigga I ain't down SHIT
I'm tellin you just chill man
THAT NIGGA!
It gotta 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 FUCK YOU!
YOU KNOW YOU AIN'T DO IT!
FUCK YOU! *gun

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