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 soldier
Bangin underwater, fuck around and ya
gunner, I'm bout my holster
And if you gettin greasy, I'm an
I'm back, bein bool on the Eastside
Or New Orleans where the at the bee hive
Ain't nothin sweet unless presidential
Cause is where I sleep, now give me my key!

Ross]
One love to the gangs, but I'm in the
Save the for the cars, see we kill for the fame (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 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, show me them niggaz at
Chi got two six's and kings, show me where killas at
Chi got them ballas and hustlers, me where them figures at
Game, them triggers at? Aim at them fitted 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,
him in that cherry six fo, shit ain't no stoppin, nigga
Hit him in the head and the body a bullet
When I put him in the then I gotta holler out!

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

I'm the realest that's breathin, and I don't gotta give a reason
Chamillionaire a millionaire, y'all 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, hoggin all the on your tv
Like +Eric+ they think it's +Eazy+, but it easy believe me
Need to make a room in B.E. if you wanna be me
Game he made room for Jeezy, I had to make room for me, G!

To all my they runner, I got yo back
be livin' this city dawg, and that's the facts
To the new immigration to tryna bags
Try to be laice tape kiss my ass
Plus we all immigrates, and plus the damn I
I'm a red, I'm a dag, but I'ma make evidence
All I can say that lil chico killa name
So llaque sarar que me canto para
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 lords and
All us trappers, future rappers, out on the blocks
Tryna get up out the mayne, and stack 'em a knot
Put ya sets in the air, fuck the cops!
We gon rep for the hood mayne, it or not!

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

B]
I'm comin outta PAT, like Compton in all black
But when we say what it do, never say holla back
Bun B, the uh, OG '95 Air Max
Neon green outta fight off a fair facts
Ask the hundreds, it's doable, I 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!