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 Apples of New York
story takes place, in 1993

How many did we get so far?
I care to count
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 pockets and got the cash in some big
I looked him dead in his eyes, *blast* without carin
If money speak, that explain the voices I've hearin
You ain't have to kill him
Yo God he -- but I lied
Damn, our sick stick-up turned homicide
So? That's the way our momma
Is you me I'ma slide

So we slid, had to get our together
Cause this little bit of stickup loot ain't us forever
Desperate, on the edge no place to go
We can't go back to the hood we stuck up everyone we

*sung*

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

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

we was supposed to be gettin work from large 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 he the mad stash at the house
Couldn't pass up a like this anyday

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

I back and bust em
Shots through they windshield, they ain't shield
Hit the kid behind the steering wheel *car horn* the way I feel
In a state to kill I wanna him DIE
Wait and
We got bigger to fry, two L's later
in a Bed-Stuy elevator, got off the fifth
Water hit the skull, ready KICK THE
off the
Bust right
Only thing I saw was a four-four
His gun
He tried to run and, for a knife
him in the leg
So think your life
and tell me the loot's at
He said, "I'll tell you just don't black!"
With the of fear, dragged him down six flight of stairs
to the basement, and in someway, he had a trap in the pavement
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 went for

Yo, we came off!

The was splendid
'Cept we got all this money, and even spend it
Shh, let's
Yea yea
And be outta this
So much dirt and shit we did hard to show our face
So we out of town and went down to Miami
Cause most those 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 different person is I'm startin to see in you
'Member we had the new Lex
with the two Techs, rollin to the duplex, Stout
Thinkin bout, what we do next, we used to work tight
Half-assed cars, to dirt bikes
Hopin will go right, with the snow white
and in number spots that flow all
Up to this day it was all
Man, THAT!
You my little brother and we out the same pussy
but I'ma kill you, you dummy, you UP MY MONEY!
Nah, the money YOU up
to say the money changed me?
What you think, I'm your brother, you got a gun in my see
What??!
How can one tiny mistake, make you me
Fuck that! You cut a side deal, that's why they the block
Now how the I'm 'sposed to know the undercover was a cop
Son you been with them niggaz!
Look just put down the gun and let bullshit slide
Nigga I ain't puttin down
I'm you let's just chill man
FUCK NIGGA!
It don't be this way man
NIGGA? IT GOTTA BE THIS WAY!
IT DON'T BE LIKE THIS MAN!
IT BE NIGGA!
THEN GO AND PULL THE TRIGGER!!
I WON'T? FUCK YOU!
YOU YOU AIN'T GON' DO IT!
FUCK YOU! blasts*

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