Luyện nghe bài hát Rob And Vic

*two gun

It's a story two brothers, Rob and Vic
Grew up in the alone
God about them, hmm
Forced to fend for
In the Rotten Apples of New York
This story place, in 1993

How many did we get so far?
I couldn't care to
Just em up quick
If he scream, put him out
I put the heat to his face to 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, without carin
If money speak, explain the voices I've been hearin
You ain't really have to him
Yo God he moved -- but I
Damn, there's our stick-up turned homicide
So? That's the way our died
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 back to the hood we stuck up everyone we

*sung*

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

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

we was supposed to be gettin work 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 wife showed me mad cash in her blouse
She he the mad stash at the house
Couldn't pass up a jooks like anyday

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

I jump back and em
Shots through they windshield, they ain't shield
Hit the kid behind the steering wheel *car horn* it's the way I
In a state to kill I watch him DIE
Wait and
We got bigger fish to fry, two L's
in a elevator, got off the fifth floor
Water hit the skull, ready 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 think about your
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 flight of
to the basement, and in someway, he had a door in the pavement
him with the gun, kicked 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 plan was
'Cept we got all this money, and can't even it
Shh, disappear
Yea yea
And be outta this
So much dirt and shit we did it's hard to show our
So we out of town and went down to Miami
Cause those cats we crabbed was like family
Now me and you beefin, nah it can't be
It all started all we had was just 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, to the duplex, drinkin Stout
Thinkin bout, what we do next, we used to work tight
Half-assed cars, to dirt bikes
Hopin everything go right, with the snow white
and in number spots that flow all
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
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 fuck I'm 'sposed to know the was a cop
Son you been with them niggaz!
just put down the gun and let this bullshit slide
Nigga I puttin down SHIT
I'm tellin you let's just man
THAT NIGGA!
It gotta be this way man
WHAT NIGGA? IT GOTTA BE WAY!
IT DON'T BE LIKE THIS MAN!
IT BE NIGGA!
THEN GO AND PULL THE TRIGGER!!
THINK I FUCK YOU!
YOU KNOW YOU GON' DO IT!
FUCK YOU! *gun

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