Luyện nghe bài hát Things We Be Doin' For Money Part 2

Yo, it's in the morning
My baby mom yawning
my little daughter on the forehead
'Nuf beeper goes off
Five hundred Busta Bust
In God we another one bites the dust

Hey fuck that!
I was 'bout to see cat
Some niggas up in a black Suburban jumped out the back
Tried to put it on me, we fighting over the gat
The way niggas tried to play me son, them niggas is wack
Aeiyo, Ramp, yo, you know it's only to react
the whole squad, let's lay these niggas down, face flat

Aeiyo, Bust, chill, calm
I'll be in twenty minutes
1 51 at St Nick
I'm there
I tell my baby mom I to go
I walked out the do' then grabbed the two nines out the
Driving through South, yo, we takin' to war

Still on the run, always running for cover when necessary
I'm out for now
But all that is temporary
Fuck with the clik, the way we get down
If your violatin', we'll leave you lost, you'll never be
whatever on missing persons
Any minute niggas gon' feel
The full of my squads gats bursting

I the Tri-Borough Bridge
In my fat with my two nines and my mans
I'm a second from the
I cross the street the parking lot
My finger is hot
I'm Bust in a phone booth
on the roofs
Spiff is in the range
The atmosphere
Lord's in the forerunner machine guns, big ones

Now we 'bout to mad fun
Me and the whole squad up
Know shit about to up
the whole entire street up
Blast from the car
My enemies wouldn't even be you
I see you, hunting me
I knowing that my arrive
We gon' see who be the alive

While we creep all over the
Looking for
In case, see him, rinse my whole up in his face
As my squad hold they post
We patiently for them to pass through
Carefully timing the way we put it on their crew

Aeiyo, Bust me the queue
I'm for you, close to you
in and blood out
We goin' all out, bullets ringin' out
is just springin' out
Yo Bust, hit the lay flat
You my to the end I gotcha back
Turn quick

Oh shit! You blasting, grazed me on the hip
Lord Mercy dumped five on a nigga
Suck his whole shit, his whole busting
ain't going according to plan
God damn, my jam
Nigga standing behind me
I think I'm caught up on a

I think I need to to Lord, my soul to keep
Dis nigga about to fry my
My crew burst a rage
Spliff this nigga, putting two inside his rib cage
Yo,

Aeiyo, I see niggas coming, now I'm dumbing
We three niggas already, the next two we catch
We bloody
So much drama over this fucking
The way this situation end, it even funny
Trying to rob this nigga because I was fucking
But if you try to test, let's blast a in a hurry
Me and my squad bounce and left the scene ugly

(Things we be for money)
Livin' in the street you're hungry
The way you to live it ain't funny, no, no
Living day to day but don't for tomorrow
(Things we be for money)
Livin' in the when you're hungry
The way you to live it ain't funny, no, no
Living day to day but live for tomorrow

(Things we be for money)
Livin' in the when you're hungry
The way you start to live it funny, no, no
Living day to day but don't live for
(Things we be for money)

{What the fuck, fuck I'm, dreamin' man?
This shit is
I gotta call this nigga, where,
I call this fuckin' crib
Where the this nigga at man?
Hope this nigga up the phone
Pick up the phone

{Yo, aiyo,
Whattup nigga? This is
Son I just had the wild son
Niggas is all the most starving
Crazy sons, niggas, niggas, is doin' shit like
Run into rail-robbin', niggas doin' crazy killa shit like
We ain't got no head son, I don't

{Nigga must be the fuckin' mind, God
nigga? I'm saying God, this shit
This shit good

Nigga you, nigga, fuck you
Yeah aight, aight, nigga, please, yeah aight}