Luyện nghe bài hát Rob And Vic

*two gun

It's a about two brothers, Rob and Vic
up in the world alone
God forgot them, hmm
Forced to for themselves
In the Rotten of New York City
This story place, in 1993

How nigs did we get so far?
I couldn't care to
Just snatch em up
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 cold in his eyes, *blast* without carin
If money speak, that explain the voices I've hearin
You ain't really have to him
Yo God he -- but I lied
Damn, there's our sick stick-up homicide
So? That's the way our died
Is you with me slide

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

Chorus:

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

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

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

on our way there, I'm bad vibes
Yo kid say that
when we bumped heads
with vicks that we stuck way back, up on Atlantic
The way them niggaz God they drivin mad frantic
Yo panic, trust 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 state to kill I wanna him DIE
and chill
We got fish 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, reach for a
him in the leg
So think about your
and tell me where the at
He said, "I'll tell you just don't black!"
With the sight of fear, dragged him down six 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 of the wealth
So we put her and the out
and we for self

Yo, we fuckin off!

The was splendid
'Cept we got all this money, and can't spend it
Shh, let's
Yea yea
And be this place
So much dirt and we did it's hard to show our face
So we bounced out of town and down to Miami
Cause most those cats we crabbed was like
Now me and you beefin, nah it can't be
It all started when all we had was me and you
Now a whole different person is I'm startin to see in you
'Member we had the new Lex
with the two Techs, rollin to the duplex, drinkin
Thinkin bout, what we gonna do next, we to work tight
Half-assed cars, to dirt bikes
everything will go right, with the snow 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 kill you, you dummy, you FUCKED UP MY MONEY!
Nah, the money YOU up
Tryin to say the changed me?
What you think, I'm brother, you got a gun in my face see
What??!
How can one mistake, make 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 fuckin them niggaz!
Look put down the gun and let this bullshit slide
Nigga I puttin down SHIT
I'm tellin you let's just man
FUCK NIGGA!
It don't be this way man
WHAT IT GOTTA BE THIS WAY!
IT DON'T GOTTA BE THIS MAN!
IT BE NIGGA!
GO AHEAD AND PULL THE TRIGGER!!
THINK I FUCK YOU!
YOU YOU AIN'T GON' DO IT!
FUCK YOU! *gun

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