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

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

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

Aeiyo, Bust, chill, down
I'll be there in minutes
Uptown 1 51 at St
I'm quick
I tell my baby mom I to go
I walked out the do' 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 of my squads gats bursting

I through the Bridge
In my fat land 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 seeing in a phone booth
on the roofs
Spiff Star is in the
The atmosphere
Lord's in the forerunner with machine guns, big

Now we to have mad fun
Me and the squad meet up
shit about to heat up
Went the entire street up
Blast from the car
My enemies even wanna be you
I see you, hunting me
I knowing my crew arrive
We see who be the last alive

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

must be lootin' the fuckin' mind, God
What nigga? I'm God, this shit
This shit ain't

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