Luyện nghe bài hát Things We Be Doin' For Money (part One)

Huh, yeah, that,
go out to get it,
Niggas is out there until I see niggas,
Niggas is out holding,
Starving nigga, that, I'm a broke nigga,
And I gotta see any nigga out here something,
that.

Everyday, me and my son scheming,
On how to the level on day to day creaming,
you remain faking,
Yo, I tolerating, no mistaking,
We on the to study paper-making,
Round up the whole quick,
Plot the scheme with my niggas, get on full clip bullshit,
I solidify manslaughter, my unit form on the streetcorner,
We like fiends in disguise,
for the right shit so I can receive another grand prize,
Greeting niggas like a nigga,
The way it son, you'd never figure,
How the homeless gun is much bigger,
Now give me everything you walking with and your man is holding,
Even the watch that got the moulding,
And as the start unfolding,
You to death you little bitch, go ahead,
Report it stolen, see happen...

(Crazy fighting going on, mad punches, glass etc.)

drwan nigga, holding my dick,
Wilding for the night, splurging my click from the fit,
like a motherfucker, itching and ready to do the next stick,
Get any my Dit can pick,
you said I said even if it causing bloodshed,
Getting for even if we robbing a fucking chickenhead,
Word to son, I ain't fronting,
I'm taking everything I been wanting,
So I continue to out, in the jam will be the most blidded,
Rob 'em in the corner bounce to the bar with they money and buy drinks
it,
I stay on some real trife shit, test your life shit or even you on some
shit,
Fake it if you wanna fake it, if I see it, then I want it, then I it,
Leaving ass naked,
Sometime I know it so shocking,
How you the next victim to be of the sounds of a trigger cocking,
All in ears, cold steel all against your face,
I feel your chilling, your heart racing at a rapid pace,
And if you that's strong,
I dare you to flinch wrong, fuck around,
You the full five long,
The contemplating what to do,
Or how the fuck top get out of the situation that going through,
This nigga tried to grab the gat, you I started clapping,
Bet y'all niggas know how the rest of the story happened...

(Fades to Outro/Intro to Things We Be For Money - Part 2)