Luyện nghe bài hát Rob And Vic

*two gun

a story about two brothers, Rob and Vic
Grew up in the alone
God forgot them, hmm
Forced to for themselves
In the Rotten Apples of New York
This story takes place, in

How many did we get so far?
I couldn't care to
Just em up quick
If he scream, put him out
I put the heat to his to SHUT HIM UP
so I can dig him out
Went in his pockets and got the cash in some big
I looked him dead in his eyes, *blast* without carin
If money speak, that explain the voices I've hearin
You ain't have to kill him
Yo God he -- but I lied
Damn, our sick stick-up turned homicide
So? That's the way our momma
Is you with me slide

So we slid, had to get our gameplan
Cause this bit of stickup loot ain't lastin us forever
Desperate, on the edge with no to go
We go back to the hood we stuck up everyone we know

*sung*

For the love of money, will rob from each other
For the love of money, people steal from their mother
For the love of money, will kill their own brother..

Now everytime I hear a fuckin siren, my skip a beat
I'm paranoid, face I see I think he after me

we was supposed to be gettin work this large cat
But since we know he rest at -- we goin Bogart!
Son frontin so
Heard he had a hundred G's alone on his Gold
His wife showed me mad cash in her blouse
She he the mad stash at the house
pass up a jooks like this anyday

on our way there, I'm feelin bad
Yo kid say that
when we bumped heads
with vicks that we stuck way back, up on Atlantic
The way niggaz lookin God they drivin mad frantic
Yo don't panic, me

I jump back and em
Shots through they windshield, ain't wearin shield
Hit the kid behind the wheel *car horn* it's the way I feel
In a state to I wanna watch him DIE
and chill
We got fish to fry, two L's later
in a elevator, got off the fifth floor
Water hit the skull, KICK THE DOOR
off the
shots right
Only I saw was a nigga four-four
His gun
He tried to run and, for a knife
him in the leg
So about your life
and tell me where the at
He said, "I'll tell you don't shoot black!"
With the sight of fear, him down six flight of stairs
to the basement, and in someway, he had a door in the pavement
Smacked him the gun, kicked him out the way
Had to be at 500 K
Now come the bitch, talkin bout her share of the wealth
So we put her and the out
and we went for

Yo, we came off!

The was splendid
'Cept we got all this money, and can't even it
Shh, let's
Yea yea
And be this place
So much dirt and shit we did hard to show our face
So we bounced out of and went down to Miami
Cause most cats we crabbed was like family
Now me and you beefin, nah it be true
It all started all we had was just me and you
Now a whole person is what I'm startin to see in you
when we had the new Lex
with the two Techs, to the duplex, drinkin Stout
bout, what we gonna do next, we used to work tight
Half-assed cars, down to dirt
everything will go right, with the snow white
and in number spots that flow all
Up to day it was all tight
Man, THAT!
You my little and we came out the same pussy
but kill you, you dummy, you FUCKED UP MY MONEY!
Nah, the money YOU up
to say the money changed me?
What you think, I'm your brother, you got a gun in my see
What??!
How can one tiny mistake, you wannaerase me
Fuck that! You cut a deal, that's why they raided the block
Now how the I'm 'sposed to know the undercover was a cop
Son you been with them niggaz!
Look just put the gun and let this bullshit slide
Nigga I ain't puttin SHIT
I'm you let's just chill man
FUCK NIGGA!
It don't gotta be way man
WHAT NIGGA? IT GOTTA BE WAY!
IT DON'T BE LIKE THIS MAN!
IT BE NIGGA!
THEN GO AND PULL THE TRIGGER!!
THINK I FUCK YOU!
YOU KNOW YOU GON' DO IT!
FUCK YOU! blasts*

cont. with - Don't let money change you.. - before fade