Luyện nghe bài hát Rob And Vic

*two gun

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

How nigs did we get so far?
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
Went in his pockets and got the cash in some big
I looked him dead cold in his eyes, *blast* without
If money speak, that the voices I've been hearin
You ain't really to kill him
Yo God he -- but I lied
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 together
Cause this little bit of loot ain't lastin us forever
Desperate, on the edge no place to go
We can't go to the hood we stuck up everyone we know

Chorus:

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

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

we was to be gettin work from this large cat
But we know where he rest at -- we goin Bogart!
Son so hard
he had a hundred G's alone on his Gold Card
His crab 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
with that we stuck from way back, up on Atlantic
The way them niggaz lookin God drivin mad frantic
Yo don't panic, me

I back and bust em
Shots through they windshield, they ain't shield
Hit the kid the steering wheel *car horn* it's the way I feel
In a state to I wanna watch him DIE
and chill
We got bigger fish to fry, two L's
in a Bed-Stuy elevator, got off the fifth
hit the skull, ready KICK THE DOOR
off the
Bust shots
thing I saw was a nigga four-four
His gun
He tried to run and, for a knife
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 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 the bitch, talkin bout her share of the wealth
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, disappear
Yea yea
And be outta this
So much dirt and shit we did hard 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 be true
It all when all we had was just me and you
Now a whole person 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, what we do next, we used to work tight
Half-assed cars, to dirt bikes
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 same
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 mistake, make you wannaerase me
Fuck that! You cut a side deal, that's why raided the block
Now how the fuck I'm 'sposed to know the was a cop
Son you fuckin with them niggaz!
Look just put down the gun and let this bullshit
I ain't puttin down SHIT
I'm you let's just chill man
THAT NIGGA!
It gotta be this way man
WHAT IT GOTTA BE THIS WAY!
IT GOTTA BE LIKE THIS MAN!
IT BE NIGGA!
THEN GO AHEAD AND THE TRIGGER!!
THINK I WON'T? YOU!
YOU KNOW YOU AIN'T DO IT!
YOU! *gun blasts*

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