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

Yo, it's 3:25 in the
My mom still yawning
Kiss my little on the forehead
'Nuf said, goes off
Five hundred, it's Busta
In God We another one bites the dust

Hey Ramp, that!
I was 'bout to see cat
Some niggas pulled up in a black suburban out the back
Tried to put it on me we fighting over the gat
The way them tried to play me son, them niggas is wack
Aeiyo, Ramp, yo, you know it's right to react
the whole squad, let's lay these niggas down - face flat
Aeiyo, Bust, chill, down
I'll be in twenty minutes
1-51 at St. Nick
I'm there
I tell my baby mom I to go
I walked out the do' then the two nines out the flo'
Driving through South, yo, we niggas war
on the run
Always for cover when its necessary
I'm out for now
But all shit is temporary
with the wrong clik, the way we get down
If your violatin', leavin you lost, you be found
Number whatever on missing
Any minute them niggas gon' blast of my squads gats bursting
I through the tri-borough
In my fat land with my two nines and my
I'ma second the spot
I the street from the parking lot
My trigger is hot
I'm seeing in a phone booth
Niggas on the
Spiff is in the range
The change
Lord's in the forerunner machine guns, big ones
Now we to have mad fun
Me and the whole meet up,
Know shit about to up
Went the whole street up
from the car seat-er
My enemies even wanna be you
I see you, hunting me
I knowing my crew arrive
We gon' see who be the last
While we creep all the place
for space
In case, see him, my whole clip up in his face
As my squad hold they down
We patiently waiting for them to pass
Carefully timing the way we put it on their whole
Aeiyo, give me the queue
I'm here for you, to you
in and blood out
We all out, bullets just ringing out
Guns is spraying out
Yo Bust, hit the layflat
You my to the end I gotcha back
Turn around
Oh shit!
You started blasting, me on the hip
Lord Have dumped five on a nigga
Suck his shit, his whole crew busting
ain't going according to plan
Goddamn, my jam
Nigga standing 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 into a rage
Spliff this nigga, putting two inside his rib cage
Yo,
Aeiyo, I see niggas coming, now I'm dumbing
We three niggas already the next two we leaving bloody
So much drama over fucking money
The way this situation end it wasn't funny
Trying to rob this nigga because I was hungry
But if you try to test let's blast a in a hurry
Me and my bounce and left the fucking scene ugly

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