Luyện nghe bài hát Rob And Vic

*two gun

It's a about two brothers, Rob and Vic
up in the world alone
God forgot them, hmm
Forced to for themselves
In the Apples of New York City
This story takes place, in

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 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, that the voices I've been hearin
You ain't really to kill him
Yo God he moved -- but I
Damn, there's our sick turned homicide
So? That's the way our momma
Is you with me slide

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

*sung*

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

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

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

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

I jump and bust em
Shots they windshield, they ain't wearin shield
Hit the kid behind the steering wheel *car horn* the way I feel
In a to kill I wanna watch him DIE
and chill
We got fish to fry, two L's later
in a Bed-Stuy elevator, got off the floor
Water hit the skull, ready THE DOOR
off the
shots right
Only thing I saw was a nigga
His gun
He tried to run and, reach for a
him in the leg
So think about life
and tell me where the at
He said, "I'll you just don't shoot black!"
With the of fear, dragged him down six flight 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 for self

Yo, we came off!

The was splendid
'Cept we got all money, and can't even spend it
Shh, let's
Yea yea
And be outta this
So much and shit we did it's hard to show our face
So we bounced out of town and went down to
Cause most those cats we was like family
Now me and you beefin, nah it be true
It all started when all we had was me and you
Now a whole different person is I'm startin to see in you
when we had the new Lex
with the two Techs, rollin to the duplex, Stout
Thinkin bout, what we gonna do next, we used to tight
Half-assed cars, down to dirt
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 and we came out the same pussy
but kill you, you dummy, you FUCKED UP MY MONEY!
Nah, the fucked YOU up
to say the money changed me?
What you think, I'm brother, you got a gun in my face see
What??!
How can one mistake, make you wannaerase me
Fuck that! You cut a side deal, that's why raided the block
Now how the fuck I'm to know the undercover was a cop
Son you been fuckin with niggaz!
just put down the gun and let this bullshit slide
Nigga I puttin down SHIT
I'm tellin you let's chill man
THAT NIGGA!
It don't be this way man
WHAT NIGGA? IT BE THIS WAY!
IT GOTTA BE LIKE THIS MAN!
IT BE NIGGA!
THEN GO AND PULL THE TRIGGER!!
THINK I FUCK YOU!
YOU KNOW YOU AIN'T DO IT!
FUCK YOU! *gun

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