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

Yo, it's 3:25 in the
My baby mom yawning
my little daughter on the forehead
'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 pulled up in a black suburban jumped out the back
to put it on me while we fighting over the gat
The way them niggas tried to play me son, them niggas is
Aeiyo, Ramp, yo, you it's only right to react
Call the whole squad, lay these niggas down - face flat
Aeiyo, Bust, chill, down
I'll be there in minutes
Uptown at St. Nick
I'm quick
I tell my baby mom I to go
I walked out the do' then grabbed the two nines out the
through South, yo, we takin' niggas war
on the run
Always running for when its necessary
I'm out for now
But all that is temporary
with the wrong clik, the way we get down
If violatin', leavin you lost, you never be found
whatever on missing persons
Any minute them niggas gon' feel of my squads gats bursting
I through the bridge
In my fat land with my two nines and my
I'ma second the spot
I cross the street from the lot
My finger is hot
I'm Bust in a phone booth
Niggas on the
Star is in the range
The change
in the forerunner with machine guns, big ones
Now we to have mad fun
Me and the whole squad up,
shit about to heat up
Went the whole entire up
from 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
for space
In case, see him, rinse my whole up in his face
As my squad hold they down
We patiently waiting for them to pass
Carefully timing the way we put it on their whole
Aeiyo, give me the queue
I'm for you, close to you
in and blood out
We goin' all out, bullets just out
Guns is spraying out
Yo Bust, hit the layflat
You my nigga to the end I gotcha
Turn around
Oh shit!
You blasting, grazed me on the hip
Lord Have Mercy dumped five on a
Suck his whole shit, his whole crew
Shit ain't going according to
Goddamn, my jam
Nigga right behind me
I I'm caught up on a creep
I think I need to prayer to Lord, my soul to
Dis nigga about to fry my
My burst into a rage
Spliff this nigga, putting two inside his rib cage
Yo,
Aeiyo, I see them niggas coming, now I'm
We dead three niggas already the next two we bloody
So much drama this fucking money
The way this situation end it even funny
Trying to rob this nigga because I was fucking
But if you try to test blast a nigga in a hurry
Me and my squad bounce and left the fucking scene

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

Things we be doin' for
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