Luyện nghe bài hát Rob And Vic

*two gun

It's a story two brothers, Rob and Vic
Grew up in the world
God about them, hmm
Forced to fend for
In the Rotten Apples of New City
story takes place, in 1993

How many did we get so far?
I couldn't 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
in his pockets and got the cash in some big amounts
I him dead cold in his eyes, *blast* without carin
If money speak, explain the voices I've been hearin
You ain't really 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 with me I'ma

So we slid, had to get our gameplan
Cause this little bit of loot ain't lastin us forever
Desperate, on the edge 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 from other
For the love of money, people will steal from mother
For the love of money, will kill their own brother..

Now everytime I a fuckin siren, my heart skip 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 where he rest at -- we goin Bogart!
Son so hard
Heard he had a G's alone on his Gold Card
His wife showed me mad cash in her blouse
She said he the mad at the house
Couldn't pass up a like this anyday

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

I jump and bust em
Shots through windshield, they ain't wearin shield
Hit the kid behind the steering *car horn* it's the way I feel
In a state to kill I watch him DIE
Wait and
We got bigger fish to fry, two L's
in a elevator, got off the fifth floor
Water hit the skull, ready KICK THE
off the
Bust shots
Only thing I saw was a four-four
His gun
He tried to run and, for a knife
him in the leg
So about your life
and tell me where the at
He said, "I'll tell you just don't black!"
With the sight of fear, dragged him down six of stairs
to the basement, and in someway, he had a trap door in the
Smacked him the gun, kicked 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 came off!

The plan was
we got all this money, and can't even spend it
Shh, disappear
Yea yea
And be this place
So much dirt and shit we did it's hard to our face
So we out of town and went down to Miami
Cause those cats we crabbed was like family
Now me and you beefin, nah it can't be
It all when 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
with the two Techs, rollin to the duplex, drinkin
Thinkin bout, we gonna do next, we used to work tight
Half-assed cars, to dirt bikes
Hopin everything will go right, with the snow
and in spots that flow all night
Up to this day it was all
Man, THAT!
You my little brother and we came out the pussy
but kill you, you dummy, you FUCKED UP MY MONEY!
Nah, the fucked YOU up
Tryin to say the changed me?
What you think, I'm brother, you got a gun in my face see
What??!
How can one tiny mistake, you wannaerase 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 fuckin them niggaz!
Look just put the gun and let this bullshit slide
Nigga I ain't puttin down
I'm tellin you just chill man
FUCK NIGGA!
It gotta be this way man
WHAT IT GOTTA BE THIS WAY!
IT DON'T BE LIKE THIS MAN!
IT BE NIGGA!
THEN GO AHEAD AND THE TRIGGER!!
I WON'T? FUCK YOU!
YOU KNOW YOU GON' DO IT!
FUCK YOU! *gun

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