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
underwater, fuck 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 where the bloods at the bee hive
Ain't sweet unless it's presidential
Cause that is where I sleep, now me my key!

[Rick
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 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
Lettin off a rounds, let the barrel pick
And we gon sit here, for the derrelics

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

[T.I.]
You knowin my shitty, only a buck fifty
So I the smitty's 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 QUICK McGRAW!
Bitch, I'ma cut that fool, CALL THE LAW!
I start sprayin, make nigga FALL AND CRAWL!
I play like Puff, no PAUSE AT ALL!
holes in ALL THE WALLS, that's ALL THEY SAW!

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

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

[Slim
Its one if you blood or cuz
From that one thug, it's still one love
I rep my blue boy but I do it for green
I do it for my folks, vice and kings
All us trappers, future rappers, standin out on the
get up out the hood mayne, and stack 'em a knot
Put ya sets in the air, scream the cops!
We gon rep for the mayne, like it or not!

[Young
My feed mashable, are catastrophical
is improbable, I'm overcomin obstacles
Trappin, I made it logical, my is impossible
I got a partner named Strang, cause 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 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, doable, I done done it
At the summit of rap and I'm you haters plummit
Run to it or run it, to Bun it don't differ
Wipe the streets with ya you a swiffer as a gifter, one blood!