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

Yo, it's in the morning
My baby mom still
my little daughter on the forehead
'Nuf said, goes off
Five hundred, Busta Bust
In God We Trust another one bites the

Hey Ramp, that!
I was to see this cat
Some pulled up in a black suburban jumped out the back
Tried to put it on me while we fighting the gat
The way them niggas tried to play me son, them niggas is
Aeiyo, Ramp, yo, you know 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 1-51 at St.
I'm quick
I my baby mom I got's to go
I walked out the do' then grabbed the two 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 shit is
Fuck the wrong clik, the way we get down
If your violatin', leavin you lost, you be found
Number whatever on persons
Any them niggas gon' 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 seeing Bust in a phone
Niggas on the
Spiff Star is in the
The change
Lord's in the with machine guns, big ones
Now we to have mad fun
Me and the whole squad up,
Know shit about to 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 my crew arrive
We gon' see who be the last
While we creep all over the
Looking for
In case, see him, my whole clip up in his face
As my hold they post down
We patiently waiting for to pass through
Carefully timing the way we put it on their crew
Aeiyo, Bust give me the
I'm here for you, to you
in and blood out
We all out, bullets just ringing out
is just spraying out
Yo Bust, hit the layflat
You my to the end I gotcha back
around quick
Oh shit!
You started blasting, me on the hip
Lord Mercy dumped five on a nigga
his whole shit, his whole crew busting
Shit ain't going according to
Goddamn, my jam
standing right behind me
I I'm caught up on a creep
I think I need to to Lord, my soul to keep
Dis nigga about to fry my
My crew burst into a
Spliff lifted this nigga, putting two his rib cage
Yo,
Aeiyo, I see niggas coming, now I'm dumbing
We dead three niggas the next two we leaving bloody
So much drama over fucking money
The way this situation end it even funny
to rob this nigga because I was fucking hungry
But if you try to test blast a nigga in a hurry
Me and my squad bounce and left the scene ugly

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