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 Orleans
underwater, fuck around and soak ya
Louisiana gunner, I'm my holster
And if you greasy, I'm an ulcer
I'm bickin back, bein on the Eastside
Or New Orleans where the at the bee hive
Ain't nothin sweet it's presidential
that is where 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 made it, yeah, we floss 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 rounds, let the barrel pick
And we gon sit here, for the derrelics

Bitch I got lords and gangstas, show me them niggaz at
Chi got two six's and kings, show me where them at
Chi got them ballas and hustlers, show me where them 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, let's get it poppin,
Hurt him in that cherry six fo, ain't 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 me QUICK DRAW McGRAW!
Bitch, I'ma cut fool, better CALL THE LAW!
I start sprayin, make fuck nigga AND CRAWL!
I press like Puff, no PAUSE AT ALL!
holes in ALL THE WALLS, that's ALL THEY SAW!

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

To all my they runner, I got yo back
I'll be livin' this dawg, and that's the facts
To the new loves 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 this
All that I can say lil chico killa name
So llaque sarar que me para minero
Yo!

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

Dro]
My feed mashable, murders are
Cars is improbable, I'm overcomin
Trappin, I made it logical, my topic is
I got a partner named Strang, cause shorty real crossable
meat to Papadough's, cars be tropical
All guns choppable, all 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 when we say what it do, they never say back
Bun B, the uh, OG '95 Air Max
green outta fight club off a fair facts
Ask the hundreds, it's doable, I done it
At the of rap and I'm watchin you haters plummit
Run to it or run from it, to Bun it differ
Wipe the with ya like you a swiffer as a gifter, one blood!