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

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

Hey Ramp, that!
I was to see this cat
Some niggas 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 me son, them niggas is wack
Aeiyo, Ramp, yo, you know it's only to react
Call the whole squad, let's lay these niggas down - flat
Aeiyo, Bust, chill, calm
I'll be there in twenty
Uptown at St. Nick
I'm quick
I my baby mom I got's to go
I walked out the do' then the two nines out the flo'
through 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 wrong clik, the way we get
If your violatin', leavin you lost, you never be
Number whatever on persons
Any minute them gon' feel blast of my squads gats bursting
I through the bridge
In my fat land my two nines and my mans
I'ma second the spot
I cross the street the parking lot
My trigger is hot
I'm seeing in a phone booth
on the roofs
Spiff Star is in the
The atmosphere
Lord's in the forerunner machine guns, big ones
Now we 'bout to mad fun
Me and the whole meet up,
shit about to heat up
Went the whole entire up
Blast the car seat-er
My enemies wouldn't even be you
I see you, me down
I knowing that my arrive
We gon' see who be the last
While we creep all the place
Looking for
In case, see him, rinse my whole clip up in his
As my squad hold they post
We patiently waiting for them to pass
Carefully timing the way we put it on their crew
Aeiyo, give me the queue
I'm here for you, to you
in and blood out
We goin' all out, bullets just out
Guns is spraying out
Yo Bust, hit the dirt
You my nigga to the end I gotcha
around quick
Oh shit!
You blasting, grazed me on the hip
Have Mercy dumped five on a nigga
Suck his whole shit, his crew busting
ain't going according to plan
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 into a rage
Spliff lifted this nigga, two inside his rib cage
Yo,
Aeiyo, I see niggas coming, now I'm dumbing
We dead niggas already the next two we leaving bloody
So much over this fucking money
The way this situation end it wasn't even
to rob this nigga because I was fucking hungry
But if you try to test let's blast a in a hurry
Me and my squad bounce and left the fucking ugly

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

we be doin' 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