Luyện nghe bài hát Rob And Vic

*two gun

It's a story two brothers, Rob and Vic
up in the world alone
God about them, hmm
Forced to for themselves
In the Rotten Apples of New City
This story takes place, in

How many did we get so far?
I couldn't care to
Just snatch em up
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 cold in his eyes, without carin
If money speak, that explain the I've been hearin
You ain't really have to him
Yo God he -- but I lied
Damn, there's our stick-up turned homicide
So? That's the way our momma
Is you with me I'ma

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

*sung*

For the of money, people will rob from each other
For the love of money, people will steal 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 to be gettin work from this large cat
But since we where he rest at -- we goin Bogart!
Son frontin so
Heard he had a G's alone on his Gold Card
His crab wife showed me mad cash in her
She said he the mad stash at the
Couldn't pass up a like this anyday

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

I jump back and em
Shots through windshield, they ain't wearin shield
Hit the kid behind the steering wheel *car horn* it's the way I
In a to kill I wanna watch him DIE
and chill
We got fish to fry, two L's later
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 to run and, reach for a knife
him in the leg
So think about life
and tell me where the at
He said, "I'll tell you don't shoot black!"
With the sight of fear, dragged him 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 come the bitch, talkin bout her share of the wealth
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 and shit we did it's hard to show our face
So we bounced out of town and down to Miami
Cause most those cats we 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 what I'm 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
Half-assed cars, to dirt bikes
Hopin everything will go right, the snow white
and in number that flow all night
Up to day it was all tight
Man, THAT!
You my little brother and we came out the same
but kill you, you dummy, you FUCKED UP MY MONEY!
Nah, the money YOU up
Tryin to say the money 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 fuck I'm 'sposed to the undercover was a cop
Son you fuckin with them niggaz!
Look just put down the gun and let this slide
Nigga I puttin down SHIT
I'm tellin you let's just man
FUCK NIGGA!
It don't gotta be way man
WHAT NIGGA? IT GOTTA BE WAY!
IT GOTTA BE LIKE THIS MAN!
IT BE NIGGA!
THEN GO AND PULL THE TRIGGER!!
THINK I FUCK YOU!
YOU YOU AIN'T GON' DO IT!
FUCK YOU! *gun

Chorus cont. with - let money change you.. - before fade