Luyện nghe bài hát Rob And Vic

*two gun

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

How many nigs did we get so
I couldn't to count
snatch em up quick
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 in some big amounts
I looked him dead cold in his eyes, without carin
If money speak, that explain the voices I've been
You really have to kill him
Yo God he -- but I lied
Damn, our sick stick-up turned homicide
So? the way our momma died
Is you with me I'ma

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

Chorus:

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

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

we was supposed to be 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 on his Gold Card
His crab wife me mad cash in her blouse
She said he the mad stash at the
Couldn't up a jooks like this anyday

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

I jump and bust em
Shots through they windshield, they wearin shield
Hit the kid behind the wheel *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
hit the skull, ready KICK THE DOOR
off the
Bust shots
Only thing I saw was a four-four
His gun
He to run and, reach for a knife
him in the leg
So think about life
and tell me the loot's at
He said, "I'll tell you just shoot black!"
With the sight of fear, him down six flight of stairs
to the basement, and in someway, he had a door in the pavement
Smacked him with the gun, him out the way
Had to be at 500 K
Now hear the bitch, talkin bout her share of the wealth
So we put her and the out
and we for self

Yo, we fuckin off!

The was splendid
'Cept we got all this money, and even spend it
Shh, let's
Yea yea
And be outta place
So much dirt and shit we did it's to show our face
So we bounced out of town and down to Miami
Cause most those cats we 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 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, we gonna do next, we used to work tight
Half-assed cars, down to dirt
Hopin everything will go right, with the white
and in number spots flow all night
Up to day it was all tight
Man, THAT!
You my little and we came out the same pussy
but I'ma you, you dummy, you FUCKED UP MY MONEY!
Nah, the money 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, make you me
Fuck that! You cut a side deal, that's why they raided the
Now how the fuck I'm 'sposed to the undercover was a cop
Son you been fuckin them niggaz!
just put down the gun and let this bullshit slide
Nigga I puttin down SHIT
I'm you let's just chill man
FUCK NIGGA!
It don't be this way man
NIGGA? IT GOTTA BE THIS WAY!
IT GOTTA BE LIKE THIS MAN!
IT BE NIGGA!
THEN GO AND PULL THE TRIGGER!!
THINK I FUCK YOU!
YOU YOU AIN'T GON' DO IT!
FUCK YOU! *gun

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