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

Yo, it's in the morning
My mom still yawning
Kiss my little daughter on the
'Nuf said, beeper off
Five hundred, it's Bust
In God We Trust one bites 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 tried 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
I'll be there in minutes
1-51 at St. Nick
I'm quick
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 when its
I'm out for now
But all that shit is
with the wrong clik, the way we get down
If violatin', leavin you lost, you never be found
Number on missing persons
Any minute them niggas gon' feel blast of my gats bursting
I through the bridge
In my fat land with my two and my mans
I'ma second the spot
I cross the street from the lot
My trigger is hot
I'm seeing in a phone booth
Niggas on the
Spiff Star is in the
The change
Lord's in the forerunner with machine guns, big
Now we to have mad fun
Me and the whole squad up,
shit about to heat up
Went the whole entire up
Blast the car seat-er
My enemies even wanna be you
I see you, me down
I knowing my crew arrive
We see who be the last alive
While we all over the place
for space
In case, see him, my whole clip up in his face
As my squad hold they down
We patiently for them to pass through
Carefully timing the way we put it on their crew
Aeiyo, Bust me the queue
I'm here for you, to you
Blood in and out
We goin' all out, bullets ringing out
Guns is just out
Yo Bust, hit the dirt
You my nigga to the end I back
Turn around
Oh shit!
You blasting, grazed me on the hip
Lord Have Mercy five on a nigga
his whole shit, his whole crew busting
Shit ain't going to plan
Goddamn, my jam
standing right behind me
I think I'm up on a creep
I think I to prayer to Lord, my soul to keep
Dis nigga about to fry my
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 dead three already the next two we leaving bloody
So much over this fucking money
The way this situation end it wasn't funny
Trying to rob this nigga because I was fucking
But if you try to let's blast a nigga in a hurry
Me and my bounce and left the fucking scene ugly

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