Luyện nghe bài hát Rob And Vic

*two gun

It's a story two brothers, Rob and Vic
Grew up in the alone
God forgot them, hmm
Forced to fend for
In the Rotten of New York City
This 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 pockets and got the cash in 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 stick-up turned
So? That's the way our momma
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 can't go back to the hood we stuck up everyone we

Chorus:

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

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

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

on our way there, I'm bad vibes
Yo kid say that
That's we bumped heads
with vicks we stuck from way back, up on Atlantic
The way them lookin God they drivin mad frantic
Yo panic, trust me

I jump back and em
Shots through they windshield, they wearin shield
Hit the kid behind the wheel *car horn* it's the way I feel
In a state to kill I wanna him DIE
and chill
We got bigger fish to fry, two L's
in a elevator, got off the fifth floor
Water hit the skull, KICK 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 about your life
and tell me the loot's at
He said, "I'll you just don't shoot black!"
With the sight of fear, dragged him down six flight of
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 bout her share of the
So we put her and the out
and we went for

Yo, we came off!

The plan was
'Cept we got all this money, and can't even it
Shh, disappear
Yea yea
And be outta this
So much dirt and shit we did it's hard to our face
So we out of town and went down to Miami
Cause most those cats we crabbed was family
Now me and you beefin, nah it be true
It all started all we had was just me and you
Now a whole different is what I'm startin to see in you
'Member we had the new Lex
the two Techs, rollin 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 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 kill you, you dummy, you UP MY MONEY!
Nah, the fucked YOU up
Tryin to say the money 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 raided the block
Now how the fuck I'm 'sposed to the undercover was a cop
Son you been fuckin with niggaz!
Look put down the gun and let this bullshit slide
Nigga I puttin 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 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! blasts*

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