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

Yo, it's 3:25 in the
My baby mom still
Kiss my daughter on the forehead
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 pulled up in a black suburban jumped out the back
Tried to put it on me while we over the gat
The way them niggas tried to play me son, them niggas is
Aeiyo, Ramp, yo, you it's only right to react
the whole squad, let's lay these niggas down - face flat
Aeiyo, Bust, chill, down
I'll be there in twenty
Uptown at St. Nick
I'm quick
I my baby mom I got's to go
I walked out the do' grabbed the two nines out the flo'
Driving through South, yo, we takin' war
on the run
Always running for when its necessary
I'm out for now
But all that shit is
Fuck the wrong clik, the way we get down
If your violatin', you lost, you never be found
whatever on missing persons
Any minute them gon' feel blast of my squads gats bursting
I the tri-borough bridge
In my fat land with my two nines and my
second from the spot
I cross the from the parking lot
My trigger is hot
I'm seeing Bust in a booth
Niggas on the
Spiff is in the range
The atmosphere
in the forerunner with machine guns, big ones
Now we to have mad fun
Me and the whole squad up,
Know shit to heat up
Went the entire street up
from the car seat-er
My enemies wouldn't wanna be you
I see you, me down
I knowing that my arrive
We gon' see who be the alive
While we creep all the place
for space
In case, see him, rinse my whole up in his face
As my squad hold they down
We patiently for them to pass through
timing the way we put it on their whole crew
Aeiyo, give me the queue
I'm here for you, to you
in and blood out
We goin' all out, just ringing out
Guns is just out
Yo Bust, hit the dirt
You my nigga to the end I back
around quick
Oh shit!
You blasting, grazed me on the hip
Have Mercy dumped five on a nigga
Suck his whole shit, his crew busting
Shit going according to plan
Goddamn, my jam
Nigga standing behind me
I I'm caught up on a creep
I think I need to prayer to Lord, my to keep
Dis about to fry my head
My crew burst into a
Spliff 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 leaving bloody
So drama over this fucking money
The way this situation end it wasn't funny
Trying to rob this nigga I was fucking hungry
But if you try to test let's a nigga in a hurry
Me and my squad and left the fucking scene ugly

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

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