Luyện nghe bài hát Rob And Vic

*two gun

a story about two brothers, Rob and Vic
Grew up in the alone
God about them, hmm
Forced to for themselves
In the Apples of New York City
This story place, in 1993

How nigs did we get so far?
I couldn't 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 him dead cold in his eyes, *blast* without carin
If money speak, that the voices I've been hearin
You really have to kill him
Yo God he -- but I lied
Damn, there's our sick turned homicide
So? That's the way our 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 edge no place to go
We can't go back to the hood we stuck up everyone we

Chorus:

For the love of money, will rob from each other
For the love of money, people will from their mother
For the of money, people 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 work from this large cat
But since we know where he rest at -- we 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 said he the mad stash at the
Couldn't pass up a jooks like this

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

I jump and bust em
Shots through windshield, they ain't wearin shield
Hit the kid behind the steering wheel *car it's the way I feel
In a state to kill I wanna him DIE
and chill
We got fish to fry, two L's later
in a Bed-Stuy elevator, got off the fifth
Water hit the skull, ready THE DOOR
off the
Bust right
Only I saw was a nigga 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 tell you just shoot 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 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 fuckin off!

The plan was
'Cept we got all this money, and can't spend it
Shh, disappear
Yea yea
And be outta this
So much dirt and shit we did it's to show our face
So we bounced out of and went down to Miami
Cause most those cats we was like family
Now me and you beefin, nah it can't be
It all started when all we had was 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, Stout
Thinkin bout, what we gonna do next, we to work tight
cars, down to dirt bikes
Hopin everything will go right, with the 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 kill you, you dummy, you FUCKED 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, you wannaerase me
Fuck that! You cut a deal, that's why they raided 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 down SHIT
I'm tellin you let's chill man
THAT NIGGA!
It don't gotta be way man
WHAT NIGGA? IT GOTTA BE WAY!
IT DON'T GOTTA BE LIKE MAN!
IT BE NIGGA!
THEN GO AHEAD AND THE TRIGGER!!
THINK I FUCK YOU!
YOU KNOW YOU GON' DO IT!
FUCK YOU! *gun

Chorus cont. with - let money change you.. - before fade