Luyện nghe bài hát Rob And Vic

*two gun

It's a story two brothers, Rob and Vic
Grew up in the world
God about them, hmm
to fend for themselves
In the Rotten Apples of New City
story takes place, in 1993

How nigs did we get so far?
I care to count
snatch em up quick
If he scream, put him out
I put the heat to his face to 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 I've been hearin
You ain't have to kill him
Yo God he moved -- but I
Damn, there's our sick stick-up homicide
So? That's the way our died
Is you with me I'ma

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

*sung*

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

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

we was to be gettin work from this large cat
But since we know where he at -- we goin Bogart!
Son frontin so
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 jooks like anyday

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

I jump and bust em
through they windshield, they ain't wearin shield
Hit the kid behind the steering wheel *car it's the way I feel
In a state to kill I watch him DIE
and chill
We got bigger to fry, two L's later
in a elevator, got off the fifth floor
Water hit the skull, ready KICK THE
off the
Bust shots
Only thing I saw was a nigga
His gun
He tried to run and, reach for a
him in the leg
So think your life
and tell me the loot's at
He said, "I'll tell you don't shoot black!"
the sight of fear, dragged him down six flight of stairs
to the basement, and in someway, he had a trap 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 fuckin off!

The plan was
'Cept we got all this money, and can't even it
Shh, disappear
Yea yea
And be outta this
So much dirt and shit we did hard to show our face
So we bounced out of town and went down to
Cause most those we crabbed was like family
Now me and you beefin, nah it be true
It all when all we had was just me and you
Now a whole different person is what I'm to see in you
'Member we had the new Lex
with the two Techs, to the duplex, drinkin Stout
Thinkin bout, what we gonna do next, we used to work
Half-assed cars, down to bikes
Hopin everything will go right, the snow white
and in spots that flow all night
Up to this day it was all
Man, THAT!
You my brother and we came out the same pussy
but I'ma you, you dummy, you FUCKED UP MY MONEY!
Nah, the fucked YOU up
Tryin to say the changed me?
What you think, I'm your brother, you got a gun in my see
What??!
How can one tiny mistake, make you me
Fuck that! You cut a side deal, that's why they 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 puttin down SHIT
I'm you let's just chill man
THAT NIGGA!
It don't gotta be way man
WHAT NIGGA? IT GOTTA BE 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! blasts*

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