Luyện nghe bài hát Rob And Vic

*two gun

a story about two brothers, Rob and Vic
Grew up in the alone
God about them, hmm
Forced to fend for
In the Apples of New York City
story 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 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 him dead cold in his eyes, *blast* 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 sick stick-up turned
So? the way our momma died
Is you with me slide

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

*sung*

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

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

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

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

I jump and bust em
through they windshield, they ain't wearin 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
Water hit the skull, KICK THE DOOR
off the
Bust right
thing I saw was a nigga four-four
His gun
He to run and, reach for a knife
him in the leg
So think your 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 of stairs
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 come the bitch, talkin bout her of the wealth
So we put her and the out
and we for self

Yo, we fuckin off!

The was splendid
we got all this 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 those cats we crabbed 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 different person is 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 spots that flow all night
Up to day it was all tight
Man, THAT!
You my brother and we came out the same pussy
but I'ma kill you, you dummy, you UP MY MONEY!
Nah, the money YOU up
to say the money changed 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, why they raided the block
Now how the I'm 'sposed to know the undercover was a cop
Son you fuckin with them niggaz!
Look just put down the gun and let this bullshit
Nigga I ain't puttin down
I'm you let's just chill man
THAT 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 GON' DO IT!
FUCK YOU! *gun

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