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 and soak ya
Louisiana gunner, I'm bout my
And if you gettin greasy, I'm an
I'm bickin back, bool on the Eastside
Or New Orleans the bloods at the bee hive
nothin sweet unless it's presidential
Cause is where 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 made it, yeah, we flagrant
Shame how I lost your life up in Las Vegas (Ross)
I'm a heavy better, I'm a seller
Keep white in the call it Jerry Heller
Lettin off a hundred rounds, let the barrel
And we gon sit here, wait for the

Bitch I got lords and gangstas, show me where them at
Chi got two and kings, show me where 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, get them choppers, nigga
He got the kush, I got the dope, get it poppin, nigga
Hurt him in cherry six fo, shit ain't no stoppin, nigga
Hit him in the head and the with a bullet
When I put him in the cemetary then I gotta out!

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

I'm the realest youngster breathin, and I don't gotta give a reason
a millionaire, y'all competin to be competin!
My is to get the cheese and as a purpose that should defeatin
So shut your mouth, have a and be quiet till I finish eatin
My tells me I'm greedy, hoggin all the room on your tv
Like they think it's +Eazy+, but it isn't easy believe me
Need to a room in B.E. television if you wanna be me
said 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 livin' this city dawg, and the facts
To the new immigration loves to 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 I can say that lil chico killa name
So sarar que me canto para minero
Yo!

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

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

B]
I'm comin outta PAT, like Compton in all black
But when we say it do, they never say holla 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 summit of rap and I'm watchin you haters
Run to it or run from it, to Bun it differ
Wipe the with ya like you a swiffer as a gifter, one blood!