Luyện nghe bài hát Rob And Vic

*two gun

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

How many did we get so far?
I couldn't care to
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 cash in big amounts
I looked him dead cold in his eyes, *blast* carin
If money speak, that explain the voices been hearin
You really have to kill him
Yo God he -- but I lied
Damn, there's our stick-up turned homicide
So? the way our momma died
Is you me I'ma slide

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

*sung*

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

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

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

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

I jump and bust em
Shots through they windshield, ain't wearin shield
Hit the kid behind the steering wheel horn* it's the way I feel
In a state to I wanna watch him DIE
Wait and
We got fish to fry, two L's later
in a elevator, got off the fifth floor
Water hit the skull, ready KICK THE
off the
Bust right
Only I saw was a nigga four-four
His gun
He tried to run and, for a knife
him in the leg
So think your life
and tell me where the at
He said, "I'll tell you don't shoot black!"
With the sight of fear, dragged him down six 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 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 was splendid
'Cept we got all money, and can't even spend it
Shh, let's
Yea yea
And be this place
So dirt and shit we did it's hard to show our face
So we bounced out of town and went to Miami
Cause most those 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 person is what I'm to see in you
'Member we had the new Lex
with the two Techs, rollin to the duplex, drinkin
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 that flow all night
Up to this day it was all
Man, THAT!
You my little brother and we came out the same
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 deal, that's why they raided the block
Now how the I'm 'sposed 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 ain't puttin SHIT
I'm tellin you just chill man
FUCK NIGGA!
It don't be this way man
WHAT NIGGA? IT GOTTA BE WAY!
IT DON'T BE LIKE THIS MAN!
IT BE NIGGA!
GO AHEAD AND PULL THE TRIGGER!!
THINK I FUCK YOU!
YOU KNOW YOU AIN'T DO IT!
FUCK YOU! blasts*

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