Luyện nghe bài hát One Blood (dirty South Remix)

[The
Dre, I'm in the

[Lil' Intro]
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
Yeah!
Weezy!

[Lil'
5.0.4 gangsta, New Orleans
Bangin underwater, fuck and soak ya
gunner, I'm bout my holster
And if you gettin greasy, I'm an
I'm bickin back, bein bool on the
Or New Orleans where the at the bee hive
nothin sweet unless it's presidential
Cause that is I sleep, now give me my key!

Ross]
One love to the gangs, but I'm in the
the colors for the cars, see we kill for the fame (Ross)
The boss it, yeah, we floss flagrant
how I lost your life savings up in Las Vegas (Ross)
I'm a better, I'm a heavy seller
Keep white in the office call it Jerry
Lettin off a hundred rounds, let the barrel
And we gon sit here, wait for the

Bitch I got lords and gangstas, show me them niggaz at
Chi got two six's and kings, me where them killas at
Chi got ballas and hustlers, show me where them figures at
Game, them triggers at? Aim at them fitted caps!
He got the clips, I got the scope, let's get them choppers,
He got the kush, I got the dope, let's get it poppin,
Hurt him in that cherry six fo, shit ain't no stoppin,
Hit him in the head and the with a bullet
When I put him in the cemetary I gotta holler out!

[T.I.]
You knowin my shitty, only 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, cut that fool, better CALL THE LAW!
I sprayin, make fuck nigga FALL AND CRAWL!
I press play like Puff, no AT ALL!
holes in ALL THE WALLS, that's ALL THEY SAW!

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

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

[Slim
Its one blood if you 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, vice lords and
All us trappers, future rappers, out on the blocks
Tryna get up out the hood mayne, and 'em a knot
Put ya sets in the air, fuck the cops!
We gon rep for the hood mayne, it or not!

Dro]
My feed mashable, are catastrophical
Cars is improbable, I'm overcomin
Trappin, I made it logical, my is impossible
I got a partner named Shoe Strang, shorty real crossable
Shark 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 straight outta PAT, like Compton in all
But when we say what it do, they never say back
Bun B, the uh, OG '95 Air Max
Neon green outta 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
the streets with ya like you a swiffer as a gifter, one blood!