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
to fend for themselves
In the Apples of New York City
story takes place, in 1993

How many nigs did we get so
I couldn't to count
Just snatch em up
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 in some big amounts
I looked him dead cold in his eyes, without carin
If money speak, that the voices I've been hearin
You ain't have to kill him
Yo God he moved -- but I
Damn, there's our sick stick-up homicide
So? That's the way our died
Is you with me slide

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

Chorus:

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

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

we was supposed to be gettin work from large cat
But we know where he rest at -- we goin Bogart!
Son frontin so
Heard he had a hundred G's alone on his Card
His crab showed me mad cash in her blouse
She he the mad stash at the house
pass up a jooks like this anyday

on our way there, I'm feelin bad
Yo kid say that
That's when we 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 back and em
Shots through they windshield, ain't wearin 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
Water hit the skull, KICK THE DOOR
off the
Bust shots
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 the loot's at
He said, "I'll you just don't shoot black!"
the sight of fear, dragged him down six flight 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 her share of the wealth
So we put her and the out
and we went for

Yo, we came off!

The plan was
'Cept we got all this money, and even spend it
Shh, disappear
Yea yea
And be outta place
So much dirt and shit we did it's hard to show our
So we bounced out of and went down to Miami
Cause those cats we crabbed 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 person is what I'm startin to see in you
'Member we had the new Lex
with the two Techs, to the duplex, drinkin Stout
Thinkin bout, what we gonna do next, we used to work
Half-assed cars, down to dirt
Hopin everything will go right, with the white
and in number spots flow all night
Up to this day it was all
Man, THAT!
You my little brother and we came out the pussy
but I'ma you, you dummy, you FUCKED UP MY MONEY!
Nah, the money YOU up
Tryin to say the changed me?
What you think, I'm your brother, you got a gun in my see
What??!
How can one tiny mistake, make you me
that! You cut a side 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!
Look just put down the gun and let this bullshit
Nigga I puttin down SHIT
I'm tellin you let's just man
THAT NIGGA!
It don't gotta be way man
WHAT IT GOTTA BE THIS WAY!
IT DON'T BE LIKE THIS MAN!
IT BE NIGGA!
GO AHEAD AND PULL THE TRIGGER!!
THINK I FUCK YOU!
YOU YOU AIN'T GON' DO IT!
FUCK YOU! blasts*

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