Luyện nghe bài hát Rob And Vic

*two gun

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

How many did we get so far?
I care to count
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
in his pockets and got the cash in some big amounts
I looked him dead cold in his eyes, *blast* carin
If money speak, that explain the voices I've been
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 this little bit of stickup loot ain't us forever
Desperate, on the edge with no to go
We can't go back to the hood we stuck up we know

*sung*

For the of money, people will rob from each other
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 siren, my heart skip a beat
I'm paranoid, face I see I think he after me

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

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

I back and bust em
Shots through they windshield, they ain't shield
Hit the kid behind the steering wheel horn* it's the way I feel
In a state to kill I watch him DIE
Wait and
We got bigger fish to fry, two L's
in a Bed-Stuy elevator, got off the floor
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, reach for a
him in the leg
So about your life
and tell me where the at
He said, "I'll tell you don't shoot black!"
With the sight of fear, him down six flight of stairs
to the basement, and in someway, he had a trap in the pavement
him with the gun, kicked 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 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 town and went to Miami
Cause those cats we crabbed was like family
Now me and you beefin, nah it be true
It all started 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
the two Techs, rollin to the duplex, drinkin Stout
Thinkin bout, what we gonna do next, we to work tight
Half-assed cars, to dirt bikes
everything will go right, with the snow white
and in number spots flow 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 money YOU up
Tryin to say the changed me?
What you think, I'm brother, you got a gun in my face 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 fuck I'm 'sposed to know the was a cop
Son you been fuckin with niggaz!
Look just put down the gun and let this slide
Nigga I ain't puttin down
I'm you let's just chill man
FUCK NIGGA!
It don't be this way man
WHAT NIGGA? IT BE THIS WAY!
IT DON'T BE LIKE THIS MAN!
IT BE NIGGA!
THEN GO AHEAD AND THE TRIGGER!!
I WON'T? FUCK YOU!
YOU KNOW YOU GON' DO IT!
FUCK YOU! *gun

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