Luyện nghe bài hát Rob And Vic

*two gun

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

How many nigs did we get so
I care to count
Just 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
Went in his pockets and got the cash in big amounts
I looked him dead in his eyes, *blast* without carin
If money speak, that explain the voices I've been
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 momma
Is you me I'ma slide

So we slid, had to get our together
Cause this little bit of stickup ain't lastin 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 love of money, people will rob from each
For the love of money, people will from their mother
For the love of money, people will kill own brother..

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

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

on our way there, I'm feelin bad
Yo kid don't say
That's we bumped heads
with vicks that we stuck way back, up on Atlantic
The way them niggaz lookin God drivin mad frantic
Yo panic, trust me

I jump and bust em
Shots through they windshield, ain't wearin shield
Hit the kid behind the steering *car horn* it's the way I feel
In a state to kill I wanna him DIE
and chill
We got bigger fish to fry, two L's
in a elevator, got off the fifth floor
Water hit the skull, KICK THE DOOR
off the
Bust shots
Only I saw was a nigga four-four
His gun
He to run and, reach for a knife
him in the leg
So about your life
and tell me the loot's at
He said, "I'll tell you just 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 share of the
So we put her and the out
and we went for

Yo, we fuckin off!

The was splendid
'Cept we got all this money, and even spend it
Shh, let's
Yea yea
And be outta this
So dirt and shit we did it's hard to show our face
So we bounced out of town and went down to
Cause most 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
with the two Techs, to the duplex, drinkin Stout
Thinkin bout, what we gonna do next, we to work tight
cars, down to dirt bikes
Hopin everything will go right, with the snow
and in spots that flow all night
Up to day it was all tight
Man, THAT!
You my little and we came out the same pussy
but I'ma kill you, you dummy, you 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
Fuck that! You cut a deal, that's why they raided the block
Now how the fuck I'm 'sposed to the undercover was a cop
Son you been fuckin them niggaz!
Look just put the gun and let this bullshit slide
Nigga I ain't puttin SHIT
I'm tellin you just chill man
FUCK NIGGA!
It don't gotta be way man
WHAT IT GOTTA BE THIS WAY!
IT GOTTA BE LIKE THIS MAN!
IT BE NIGGA!
THEN GO AND PULL THE TRIGGER!!
I WON'T? FUCK YOU!
YOU YOU AIN'T GON' DO IT!
FUCK YOU! blasts*

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