Luyện nghe bài hát One Blood (dirty South Remix)

[The
Dre, I'm in the

[Lil' Wayne
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
Yeah!
Weezy!

Wayne]
5.0.4 gangsta, New Orleans
Bangin underwater, fuck and soak ya
gunner, I'm bout my holster
And if you greasy, I'm an ulcer
I'm back, bein bool on the Eastside
Or New Orleans where the bloods at the bee
Ain't nothin unless it's presidential
that is where I sleep, now give me my key!

[Rick
One to the gangs, but I'm in the thangs
Save the colors for the cars, see we for the fame (Ross)
The made it, yeah, we floss flagrant
Shame how I lost your life savings up in Las (Ross)
I'm a heavy better, I'm a heavy
Keep in the office call it Jerry Heller
off a hundred rounds, let the barrel pick
And we gon sit here, wait for the

Bitch I got lords and gangstas, me where them niggaz at
Chi got two and kings, show me where them killas at
Chi got them ballas and hustlers, show me where figures at
Game, where them triggers at? Aim at 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 six fo, shit ain't no stoppin, nigga
Hit him in the head and the body a bullet
When I put him in the cemetary then I holler out!

[T.I.]
You knowin my attitude shitty, only a buck
So I keep the wit me, shit, how many 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 that fool, better THE LAW!
I start sprayin, make fuck nigga AND CRAWL!
I press play Puff, no PAUSE AT ALL!
Choppin holes in ALL THE WALLS, ALL THEY SAW!

I'm the realest youngster breathin, and I don't gotta give a reason
a millionaire, y'all competin to be competin!
My purpose is to get the cheese and as a that should defeatin
So shut mouth, have a seat 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 make a in B.E. television if you wanna be me
Game said he made room for Jeezy, I had to 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 to tryna bags
Try to be nice tape 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 killa name
So llaque sarar que me canto minero
Yo!

[Slim
Its one if you blood or cuz
From that number one thug, it's still one
I rep my blue boy but I do it for green
I do it for my folks, vice lords and
All us trappers, future rappers, standin out on the
Tryna get up out the hood mayne, and 'em a knot
Put ya in the air, scream fuck the cops!
We gon rep for the hood mayne, 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 named Shoe Strang, cause shorty real crossable
meat to Papadough's, cars be tropical
All guns choppable, all blocks are
I am unstoppable, my calico is
diabolical, cushion is not stoppable

B]
I'm comin straight outta PAT, Compton in all black
But when we say what it do, they say holla back
Bun B, the uh, OG '95 Air Max
Neon green outta fight club off a facts
Ask the hundreds, doable, I done done it
At the summit of rap and I'm watchin you haters
Run to it or run from it, to Bun it differ
the streets with ya like you a swiffer as a gifter, one blood!