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

Yo, it's in the morning
My mom still yawning
my little daughter on the forehead
'Nuf said, beeper off
Five hundred, Busta Bust
In God We another one bites the dust

Hey Ramp, that!
I was to see this cat
Some pulled up in a black suburban jumped out the back
Tried to put it on me while we over the gat
The way them niggas tried to me son, them niggas is wack
Aeiyo, Ramp, yo, you know it's only to react
the whole squad, let's lay these niggas down - face flat
Aeiyo, Bust, chill, calm
be there in twenty minutes
Uptown at St. Nick
I'm quick
I tell my baby mom I to go
I out the do' then grabbed the two nines out the flo'
Driving through South, yo, we niggas war
on the run
Always for cover when its necessary
I'm out for now
But all shit is temporary
with the wrong clik, the way we get down
If your violatin', you lost, you never be found
Number on missing persons
Any minute them niggas gon' feel blast of my squads gats
I through the bridge
In my fat land with my two and my mans
I'ma from the spot
I cross the street from the lot
My trigger is hot
I'm seeing in a phone booth
Niggas on the
Star is in the range
The change
Lord's in the forerunner with guns, big ones
Now we to have mad fun
Me and the squad meet up,
Know shit to heat up
Went the whole entire up
Blast the car seat-er
My enemies even wanna be you
I see you, me down
I knowing that my arrive
We gon' see who be the last
While we all over the place
for space
In case, see him, rinse my clip 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 crew
Aeiyo, Bust give me the
I'm here for you, to you
in and blood out
We all out, bullets just ringing out
is just spraying out
Yo Bust, hit the layflat
You my to the end I gotcha back
Turn around
Oh shit!
You started blasting, me on the hip
Lord Mercy dumped five on a nigga
Suck his shit, his whole crew busting
ain't going according to plan
Goddamn, my jam
Nigga standing right me
I I'm caught up on a creep
I think I need to prayer to Lord, my to keep
Dis nigga to fry my head
My crew burst into a
Spliff lifted nigga, putting two inside his rib cage
Yo,
Aeiyo, I see them niggas coming, now I'm
We three niggas already the next two we leaving bloody
So much drama this fucking money
The way this situation end it even funny
Trying to rob this nigga 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
in the street when you're hungry
The way you to live 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 to live it ain't funny, no, no
Living day to day but don't live for

we be doin' for money
Livin' in the street when hungry
The way you start to it ain't funny, no, no
Living day to day but don't live for