Luyện nghe bài hát Things We Be Doin' For Money Part 2

Yo, it's 3:25 in the
My mom still 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 fuck that!
I was 'bout to see cat
Some niggas pulled up in a black Suburban jumped out the
to put it on me, while we fighting over the gat
The way them niggas tried to play me son, niggas is wack
Aeiyo, Ramp, yo, you know it's only right to
Call the squad, let's lay these niggas down, face flat

Aeiyo, Bust, chill, down
I'll be there in twenty
1 51 at St Nick
I'm quick
I tell my mom I got's to go
I walked out the do' then grabbed the two nines out the
through South, yo, we takin' niggas to war

Still on the run, running for cover when it's necessary
I'm out for now
But all that shit is
Fuck with the wrong clik, the way we get
If your violatin', leave you lost, you'll never be found
Number whatever on missing
Any minute niggas gon' feel
The full blast of my gats bursting

I through the Tri-Borough
In my fat land with my two nines and my
I'm a second from the
I cross the from the parking lot
My finger is hot
I'm seeing Bust in a phone
on the roofs
Spiff Star is in the
The change
Lord's in the forerunner machine guns, big ones

Now we 'bout to mad fun
Me and the squad meet up
Know shit to heat up
Went the whole street up
Blast from the car
My wouldn't even wanna be you
I see you, hunting me
I knowing that my crew
We gon' see who be the alive

While we all over the place
Looking for
In case, see him, rinse my clip up in his face
As my squad hold they post
We patiently waiting for to pass through
Carefully the way we put it on their whole crew

Aeiyo, give me the queue
I'm here for you, to you
Blood in and out
We goin' all out, bullets just out
Guns is just out
Yo Bust, hit the dirt lay
You my nigga to the end I back
Turn quick

Oh shit! You blasting, grazed me on the hip
Lord Have Mercy dumped on a nigga
Suck his whole shit, his whole busting
Shit ain't going to plan
God damn, my jam
standing right behind me
I think I'm up on a creep

I think I need to to Lord, my soul to keep
Dis nigga to fry my head
My crew into a rage
Spliff lifted nigga, putting two inside his rib cage
Yo,

Aeiyo, I see niggas coming, now I'm dumbing
We dead niggas already, the next two we catch
We bloody
So much over this fucking money
The way this situation end, it even funny
Trying to rob this because I was fucking hungry
But if you try to test, let's blast a nigga in a
Me and my squad bounce and left the fucking scene

(Things we be for money)
Livin' in the street when you're
The way you start to it ain't funny, no, no
Living day to day but live for tomorrow
(Things we be for money)
Livin' in the street when hungry
The way you to live it ain't funny, no, no
Living day to day but live for tomorrow

(Things we be for money)
Livin' in the street when hungry
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)

{What the fuck, fuck I'm, dreamin' about
shit is crazy
I gotta this nigga, where, where
I gotta call this crib
Where the fuck this nigga at
Hope this pick up the phone
up the phone son}

{Yo, aiyo,
Whattup This is Bust
Son I had the wild dream son
Niggas is all the most starving
sons, niggas, niggas, is also doin' shit like
Run rail-robbin', niggas doin' some crazy killa shit like
We ain't got no head son, I understand}

{Nigga must be the fuckin' mind, God
What nigga? I'm saying God, shit
This ain't good

Nigga you, nigga, fuck you
Yeah aight, yeah aight, nigga, please, yeah