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

Yo, it's in the morning
My baby mom yawning
Kiss my little on the forehead
said, beeper goes off
Five hundred, Busta Bust
In God We Trust another one the dust

Hey Ramp, that!
I was to see this cat
Some niggas pulled up in a suburban jumped out the back
Tried to put it on me we fighting over the gat
The way them niggas tried to play me son, them niggas is
Aeiyo, Ramp, yo, you know it's right to react
Call the whole squad, let's lay these niggas down - face
Aeiyo, Bust, chill, calm
be there in twenty minutes
Uptown 1-51 at St.
I'm quick
I tell my mom I got's to go
I walked out the do' grabbed the two nines out the flo'
Driving South, yo, we takin' niggas war
on the run
Always running for cover when its
I'm out for now
But all that shit is
Fuck with the wrong clik, the way we get
If your violatin', leavin you lost, you never be
Number whatever on persons
Any minute them niggas feel blast of my squads gats bursting
I through the tri-borough
In my fat with my two nines and my mans
I'ma from the spot
I cross the street from the lot
My finger is hot
I'm seeing Bust in a 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 meet up,
shit about to heat up
Went the whole entire up
from the car seat-er
My enemies even wanna be you
I see you, hunting me
I knowing that my crew
We gon' see who be the last
While we creep all over the
for space
In case, see him, rinse my whole up in his face
As my squad hold they post
We patiently waiting for them to pass
Carefully timing the way we put it on whole crew
Aeiyo, Bust me the queue
I'm here for you, to you
in and blood out
We goin' all out, bullets ringing out
is just spraying out
Yo Bust, hit the layflat
You my nigga to the end I back
around quick
Oh shit!
You started blasting, me on the hip
Lord Have Mercy dumped on a nigga
Suck his shit, his whole crew busting
Shit ain't according to plan
Goddamn, my jam
standing right behind me
I I'm caught up on a creep
I think I need to prayer to Lord, my to keep
Dis nigga about to fry my
My burst into a rage
Spliff lifted 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 leaving bloody
So much drama over this money
The way this end it wasn't even funny
Trying to rob this because I was fucking hungry
But if you try to let's blast a nigga in a hurry
Me and my bounce and left the fucking scene ugly

[Anthony & The Chosen Generation]:
Things we be for money
Livin' in the street you're hungry
The way you to live it ain't funny, no, no
day to day but don't live for tomorrow
Things we be doin' for
Livin' in the street you're hungry
The way you start to live it funny, no, no
Living day to day but don't for tomorrow

we be doin' for money
Livin' in the street when hungry
The way you start to live it funny, no, no
Living day to day but don't for tomorrow