Luyện nghe bài hát One Blood (dirty South Remix)

[The
Dre, I'm in the

[Lil' Wayne
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 back, bein bool on the Eastside
Or New where the bloods at the bee hive
Ain't nothin sweet unless presidential
Cause is where I sleep, now give me my key!

Ross]
One to the gangs, but I'm in the thangs
Save the colors for the cars, see we kill for the (Ross)
The boss made it, yeah, we floss
Shame how I lost your life savings up in Las (Ross)
I'm a heavy better, I'm a heavy
Keep white in the office call it Heller
Lettin off a hundred rounds, let the barrel
And we gon sit here, for the derrelics

Bitch I got lords and gangstas, me where them niggaz at
Chi got two six's and kings, show me where them at
Chi got them ballas and hustlers, show me where figures at
Game, where them triggers at? Aim at them 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 body with a
When I put him in the cemetary I gotta holler out!

[T.I.]
You my attitude shitty, only a buck fifty
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 fool, better CALL THE LAW!
I start sprayin, make nigga FALL AND CRAWL!
I play like Puff, no PAUSE 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 give a
Chamillionaire a millionaire, competin to be competin!
My purpose is to get the and as a purpose that should defeatin
So shut your mouth, have a seat and be quiet till I finish
My label tells me I'm greedy, hoggin all the on your tv
Like +Eric+ they it's +Eazy+, but it isn't easy believe me
Need to make a room in B.E. television if you be me
said he made room for Jeezy, I had to make room for me, G!

To all my Mexicans they runner, I got yo
be livin' this city dawg, and that's the facts
To the new loves to tryna bags
Try to be nice tape kiss 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 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 lords and
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 mashable, murders are catastrophical
Cars is improbable, I'm obstacles
Trappin, I made it logical, my is impossible
I got a partner named Strang, cause shorty real crossable
Shark meat to Papadough's, cars be
All choppable, all blocks are mobbable
I am unstoppable, my is toxable
diabolical, cushion is not stoppable

B]
I'm straight outta PAT, like 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 fight club off a fair facts
Ask the hundreds, doable, I done done it
At the of rap and I'm watchin you haters plummit
Run to it or run from it, to Bun it don't
the streets with ya like you a swiffer as a gifter, one blood!