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, around and soak ya
Louisiana gunner, I'm bout my
And if you greasy, I'm an ulcer
I'm bickin back, bool on the Eastside
Or New Orleans where the at the bee hive
Ain't nothin unless it's presidential
Cause that is where I sleep, now me my key!

Ross]
One to the gangs, but I'm in the thangs
Save the for the cars, see we kill for the fame (Ross)
The made it, yeah, we floss flagrant
Shame how I your life savings up in Las Vegas (Ross)
I'm a heavy better, I'm a heavy
Keep white in the call it Jerry Heller
Lettin off a 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 six's and kings, show me where killas at
Chi got ballas and hustlers, show me where them figures at
Game, where them triggers at? Aim at them 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 head and the body with a
When I put him in the cemetary then I 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 call me QUICK McGRAW!
Bitch, I'ma cut that fool, CALL THE LAW!
I start sprayin, make fuck 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 that's breathin, and I don't gotta a reason
Chamillionaire a millionaire, y'all to be competin!
My purpose is to get the cheese and as a that should defeatin
So your 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 +Eric+ they think it's +Eazy+, but it easy believe me
Need to make a room in B.E. television if you be me
Game said he room for Jeezy, I had to make room for me, G!

To all my they runner, I got yo back
I'll be this city dawg, and that's the facts
To the new immigration loves to tryna
Try to be nice laice kiss my ass
Plus we all immigrates, and the damn I represent
I'm a red, I'm a dag, but I'ma make this
All that I can say that lil chico killa
So llaque sarar que me canto para
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, vice and kings
All us trappers, rappers, standin 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!

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

B]
I'm comin straight 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 club off a 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 it, to Bun it don't differ
Wipe the streets ya like you a swiffer as a gifter, one blood!