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

Yo, it's 3:25 in the
My baby mom yawning
Kiss my daughter on the forehead
'Nuf said, goes off
Five hundred, Busta Bust
In God We Trust another one 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 while we 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
Call the whole squad, let's lay these niggas down - face
Aeiyo, Bust, chill, calm
I'll be there in minutes
1-51 at St. Nick
I'm there
I tell my baby mom I to go
I walked out the do' grabbed the two nines out the flo'
Driving through South, yo, we 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', you lost, you never be found
Number whatever on persons
Any minute them niggas gon' feel blast of my squads bursting
I the tri-borough bridge
In my fat land with my two and my mans
I'ma second from the
I the street from the parking lot
My finger is hot
I'm Bust 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 squad meet up,
shit about to heat up
Went the entire street up
Blast the car seat-er
My enemies even wanna be you
I see you, hunting me
I knowing that my arrive
We see who be the last alive
While we creep all over the
Looking for
In case, see him, my whole clip up in his face
As my squad they post down
We patiently waiting for them to through
timing the way we put it on their 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
Guns is just out
Yo Bust, hit the dirt
You my to the end I gotcha back
Turn around
Oh shit!
You blasting, grazed me on the hip
Lord Have dumped five on a nigga
Suck his whole shit, his whole crew
Shit going according to plan
Goddamn, my jam
Nigga standing behind me
I I'm caught up on a creep
I think I to prayer to Lord, my soul to keep
Dis nigga about to fry my
My burst into a rage
Spliff lifted this nigga, putting two inside his rib
Yo,
Aeiyo, I see niggas coming, now I'm dumbing
We dead three niggas the next two we leaving bloody
So much drama this fucking money
The way this situation end it even 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 bounce and left the fucking ugly

[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
Living day to day but live 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

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