Luyện nghe bài hát One Blood (dirty South Remix)

[The
Dre, I'm in the

Wayne Intro]
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
Yeah!
Weezy!

[Lil'
5.0.4 gangsta, New soldier
Bangin underwater, fuck around and ya
Louisiana gunner, I'm bout my
And if you greasy, I'm an ulcer
I'm bickin back, bein bool on the
Or New Orleans where the bloods at the bee
Ain't nothin sweet unless it's
Cause that is I sleep, now give me my key!

[Rick
One love to the gangs, but I'm in the
Save the for the cars, see we kill for the fame (Ross)
The boss made it, yeah, we flagrant
Shame how I lost your life up in Las Vegas (Ross)
I'm a better, I'm a heavy seller
Keep white in the office call it Heller
Lettin off a hundred rounds, let the pick
And we gon sit here, for the derrelics

Bitch I got and gangstas, show me where them niggaz at
Chi got two six's and kings, show me them killas at
Chi got ballas and hustlers, show me where them figures at
Game, where them at? Aim at them fitted caps!
He got the clips, I got the scope, let's get choppers, nigga
He got the kush, I got the dope, get it poppin, nigga
Hurt him in that cherry six fo, shit no stoppin, nigga
Hit him in the and the body with a bullet
I put him in the cemetary then I gotta holler out!

[T.I.]
You knowin my attitude shitty, a buck fifty
So I keep the wit me, shit, how many wit me?
What, you I'm prepared, in the MALL AND ALL!
Wit two two's, you can call me QUICK McGRAW!
Bitch, I'ma cut fool, better CALL THE LAW!
I start sprayin, fuck nigga FALL AND CRAWL!
I press like Puff, no PAUSE AT ALL!
Choppin holes in ALL THE WALLS, ALL THEY SAW!

I'm the realest youngster that's breathin, and I don't give a reason
Chamillionaire a millionaire, competin to be competin!
My purpose is to get the cheese and as a that should defeatin
So shut your mouth, have a seat and be quiet till I eatin
My label tells me I'm greedy, hoggin all the room on tv
Like +Eric+ they think +Eazy+, but it isn't easy believe me
Need to a room in B.E. television if you wanna be me
Game said he room for Jeezy, I had to make room for me, G!

To all my Mexicans they runner, I got yo
be livin' this city dawg, and that's the facts
To the new immigration to tryna bags
Try to be nice laice tape my ass
we all immigrates, and plus the damn I represent
I'm a red, I'm a dag, but I'ma make evidence
All that I can say lil chico killa name
So llaque que me canto para minero
Yo!

[Slim
Its one if you blood or cuz
that number one thug, it's still one love
I rep my boy team but I do it for green
I do it for my folks, lords and kings
All us trappers, future rappers, out on the blocks
get up out the hood mayne, and stack 'em a knot
Put ya sets in the air, scream the cops!
We gon rep for the mayne, like it or not!

Dro]
My feed mashable, are catastrophical
is improbable, I'm overcomin obstacles
Trappin, I made it logical, my topic is
I got a partner Shoe Strang, cause shorty real crossable
meat to Papadough's, cars be tropical
All choppable, all blocks are mobbable
I am unstoppable, my calico is
Lyrically diabolical, cushion is not

B]
I'm comin outta PAT, like Compton in all black
But we say what it do, they never say holla back
Bun B, the uh, OG '95 Air Max
Neon green outta fight off a fair facts
Ask the hundreds, doable, I done done it
At the of rap and I'm watchin you haters plummit
Run to it or run it, to Bun it don't differ
Wipe the with ya like you a swiffer as a gifter, one blood!