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

Yo, 3:25 in the morning
My baby mom yawning
Kiss my little daughter on the
'Nuf beeper goes off
Five hundred it's Bust
In God we trust one bites the dust

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

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

Still on the run, always running for cover when it's
I'm out for now
But all that shit is
Fuck with the wrong clik, the way we get
If your violatin', we'll leave you lost, you'll never be
Number whatever on missing
Any minute them gon' feel
The blast of my squads gats bursting

I through the Tri-Borough
In my fat land with my two nines and my
I'm a second from the
I cross the street from the lot
My trigger is hot
I'm seeing in a phone booth
on the roofs
Spiff Star is in the
The change
Lord's in the forerunner with machine guns, big

Now we to have mad fun
Me and the whole squad up
Know shit about to up
the whole entire street up
Blast the car seater
My enemies wouldn't wanna be you
I see you, hunting me
I knowing my crew arrive
We gon' see who be the last

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

Aeiyo, give 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 dirt lay
You my to the end I gotcha back
Turn quick

Oh shit! You started blasting, me on the hip
Lord Have dumped five on a nigga
Suck his whole shit, his crew busting
Shit going according to plan
God damn, my jam
Nigga standing right me
I think I'm up on a creep

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

Aeiyo, I see them niggas coming, now I'm
We dead three niggas already, the two we catch
We leaving
So much drama this fucking money
The way this end, it wasn't even funny
Trying to rob this nigga I was fucking hungry
But if you try to test, let's blast a nigga in a
Me and my squad bounce and left the fucking ugly

(Things we be for money)
Livin' in the street when you're
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 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 street when you're
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)

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

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

{Nigga be lootin' the fuckin' mind, God
nigga? I'm saying God, this shit
This ain't good

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