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

Yo, 3:25 in the morning
My baby mom yawning
Kiss my little daughter on the
'Nuf said, goes off
Five hundred, it's Bust
In God We Trust another one the dust

Hey Ramp, that!
I was to see this cat
Some niggas pulled up in a black jumped out the back
to put it on me while we fighting over the gat
The way them niggas to play me son, them niggas is wack
Aeiyo, Ramp, yo, you know it's only right to
Call the whole squad, let's lay these niggas - face flat
Aeiyo, Bust, chill, calm
be there in twenty minutes
Uptown at St. Nick
I'm there
I tell my mom I got's to go
I walked out the do' then the two nines out the flo'
Driving South, yo, we takin' niggas war
on the run
Always running for cover its necessary
I'm out for now
But all that is temporary
Fuck with the clik, the way we get down
If your violatin', leavin you lost, you be found
Number on missing 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
second from the spot
I cross the street from the lot
My trigger is hot
I'm Bust in a phone booth
Niggas on the
Spiff Star is in the
The atmosphere
Lord's in the forerunner machine guns, big ones
Now we to have mad fun
Me and the squad meet up,
Know about to heat up
Went the whole street up
from the car seat-er
My enemies wouldn't wanna be you
I see you, hunting me
I knowing that my arrive
We gon' see who be the alive
While we creep all the place
Looking for
In case, see him, rinse my whole clip up in his
As my squad hold post down
We waiting for them to pass through
timing the way we put it on their whole crew
Aeiyo, Bust me the queue
I'm for you, close to you
Blood in and out
We goin' all out, bullets just out
is just 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 Mercy five on a nigga
Suck his shit, his whole crew busting
Shit ain't going according to
Goddamn, my jam
standing right behind me
I think I'm up on a creep
I think I need to prayer to Lord, my soul to
Dis about to fry my head
My crew burst into a
Spliff lifted this nigga, two inside his rib cage
Yo,
Aeiyo, I see them coming, now I'm dumbing
We dead three niggas the next two we leaving bloody
So much drama over this fucking
The way this end it wasn't even funny
Trying to rob nigga because I was fucking hungry
But if you try to test let's a nigga in a hurry
Me and my squad bounce and left the fucking scene

[Anthony Hamilton & The Generation]:
we be doin' 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 you're 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
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 for tomorrow