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

Yo, it's 3:25 in the
My mom still yawning
Kiss my little daughter on the
said beeper goes off
Five hundred Busta Bust
In God we another one bites the dust

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

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

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

I the Tri-Borough Bridge
In my fat land with my two nines and my
I'm a from the spot
I the street from the parking lot
My finger is hot
I'm seeing in a phone booth
on the roofs
Spiff is in the range
The change
Lord's in the forerunner with guns, big ones

Now we 'bout to mad fun
Me and the whole meet up
Know about to heat up
Went the whole street up
from the car seater
My enemies wouldn't wanna be you
I see you, hunting me
I that my crew arrive
We see who be the last alive

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

Aeiyo, give me the queue
I'm here for you, to you
Blood in and out
We all out, bullets just ringin' out
Guns is just out
Yo Bust, hit the lay flat
You my nigga to the end I gotcha
around quick

Oh shit! You started blasting, me on the hip
Lord Have Mercy dumped five on a
Suck his whole shit, his whole crew
Shit ain't going to plan
God damn, my jam
Nigga right behind me
I I'm caught up on a creep

I think I need to pray to Lord, my soul to
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 dead three niggas already, the two we catch
We bloody
So drama over this fucking money
The way this situation end, it even funny
Trying to rob this nigga I was fucking hungry
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 when hungry
The way you to live it ain't funny, no, no
day to day but don't live for tomorrow
(Things we be for money)
Livin' in the street you're hungry
The way you start to live it funny, no, no
day to day but don't live for tomorrow

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

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

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

must be lootin' the fuckin' mind, God
What nigga? I'm God, this shit
This shit good

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