Luyện nghe bài hát Rob And Vic

*two gun

It's a story two brothers, Rob and Vic
up in the world alone
God forgot them, hmm
Forced to fend for
In the Rotten Apples of New City
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 in some big amounts
I looked him dead in his eyes, *blast* without carin
If money speak, that explain the voices been hearin
You ain't really to kill him
Yo God he moved -- but I
Damn, there's our sick stick-up turned
So? the way our momma died
Is you with me slide

So we slid, had to get our together
Cause this little bit of stickup loot ain't us forever
Desperate, on the with no place to go
We can't go to the hood we stuck up everyone we know

*sung*

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

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

we was supposed to be gettin work from large cat
But since we where he rest at -- we goin Bogart!
Son so hard
he had a hundred G's alone on his Gold Card
His crab showed me mad cash in her blouse
She said he the mad at the house
Couldn't pass up a like this anyday

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

I jump back and em
Shots through they windshield, they ain't shield
Hit the kid the steering wheel *car horn* it's the way I feel
In a to kill I wanna watch him DIE
Wait and
We got bigger to fry, two L's later
in a Bed-Stuy elevator, got off the fifth
Water hit the skull, KICK THE DOOR
off the
Bust right
Only thing I saw was a nigga
His gun
He tried to run and, for a knife
him in the leg
So think your life
and tell me where the at
He said, "I'll tell you don't shoot black!"
With the of fear, dragged him down six flight of stairs
to the basement, and in someway, he had a trap door in the
Smacked him with the gun, him out the way
Had to be at 500 K
Now hear come the bitch, talkin bout her share of the
So we put her and the out
and we for self

Yo, we fuckin off!

The was splendid
'Cept we got all money, and can't even spend it
Shh, disappear
Yea yea
And be this place
So much dirt and shit we did it's hard to show our
So we bounced out of town and down to Miami
most those cats we crabbed was like family
Now me and you beefin, nah it be true
It all started when all we had was me and you
Now a whole different is what I'm startin to see in you
when we had the new Lex
with the two Techs, rollin to the duplex, drinkin
Thinkin bout, what we gonna do next, we used to tight
Half-assed cars, to dirt bikes
Hopin everything will go right, with the white
and in spots that flow all night
Up to this day it was all
Man, THAT!
You my little brother and we out the same pussy
but I'ma 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
that! You cut a side 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!
just put down the gun and let this bullshit slide
Nigga I ain't puttin SHIT
I'm tellin you just chill man
FUCK NIGGA!
It gotta be this way man
WHAT NIGGA? IT BE THIS WAY!
IT DON'T GOTTA BE LIKE MAN!
IT BE NIGGA!
THEN GO AND PULL THE TRIGGER!!
I WON'T? FUCK YOU!
YOU YOU AIN'T GON' DO IT!
FUCK YOU! *gun

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