Luyện nghe bài hát One Blood (West Coast Remix)

Uh huh


Birdgang
You what it is
When you see me two twelvin' you
You f**k n*ggas keep triple ninin', have some

1: Jim Jones]

Peace blood, peace (peace blood)
We all thugs and we run the streets (eastsiiide)
And get my lawyer, why cause I ain't out (nope)
And I f**k wit who bring them choppers out (yuppp)
One shot of that will have the boys the coppers out
And we ballin', for all the is what we hoppin' out
My feary side, where we and we all fly high
In the AM G5's, so twist ya fingers up and muf**ka bang
Get ya money up, this cane is what we slang
And 9 trey is what I f**kin'
Its Dipset, don of the bird gang

[Verse 2: Snoop
They call the
Why you really cuz
21, 20 crips and all of us is cuz
We from a street, all got that different heat
But when we move the macs for Game, cuz we on the beat
So if you f**k wit blood, you f**k wit us
And we bustin' duds, cuz we bustin' slugs
We sure to in touch and clean your mess up
And if you from the West Coast, my n*gga

3: Nas]
Game got at me the remix, its an honor my n*gga
I made rap one blood, that say I'm wit Jigga
I got rappers mad at me
I got new jack rappers tryna clap at me
I got these corny be diss song kings on the radio
Talkin' how they gon' spray and take me away
But I'm the living, legend I'm not to be questioned
Have your whole hood holler about my progression

4: T.I.]
You knowin' my shitty, only a buck fifty
So I keep the smitty's wit me, shhh they to get me
Hey Wut You
I'm in the mall and all
Wit Chimme Chose, you can call me quick McGraw
b*tch I'ma cut that fool, better the law
I start sprayin', f**k n*gga fall and crawl
I press like Puff, no pause at all
Choppin' in the all the walls
all they saw

[Verse 5: The
Hip Hop ain't dead, it just took a shots
I it back to life, give it a couple shots
The kings comin', no I'm not
Too n*ggas hate me, but they scared to face me
This ain't a movie dog, nope, not Waist
I'm not an actor, but I'll show your Big Meat
She givin' one blood, one love, on
140 thousand the first week

The Game]
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Remix, remix, remix,

[Verse 6: Fat
All these n*ggas wanna front trill with stiff faces
Till them n*ggas lyin' still up in cases
With styrofoams and embalmin' fluid
I been gone to long and I'm to lose it
go and get this n*gga a pine box
And I ain't just about a measly nine shots
Yeah I'm chopper happy and my loose
Call me Goldie, I'll your b*tch too

[Verse 7: Lil
Five oh four gangsta, new soldier, banging under water,
around and soak ya, lousiana gunner, im bout my holster,
and if you gettin greasy, im an ulcer, im back bein bool
on tha eastside,
im in the new where the blood at the beehive,
and aint sweet unless its presidential,
cause is where i sleep, now give me my key

8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet heat
If Def Jam, gonna flop him
And Reggaeton hot in the building no mo', its okay I get it poppin'
Back to the forest for deep, these little knees

Who took believers an to breathe
And you gotta go overseas to see our rap shit
You can come to Lefrak Queens and get quick

9: Jadakiss and Styles P]
One blood, we used to the
Came from the so we used to the killin'
Used to the black males, cracksales in the buildin'
How else you get the benz the suede on the ceilin'
Blood in, out, me and homie back to back
Both loaded workin', we to pitch a shut out
I'm New York's king, I'm New York's hardest
Anything in between's a motherf**kin' target
D-B-L-O-C-K he
The find a nice home right where your cheeks stay
We got a team, Hip Hop dream team
Them boys is in the projects on green screen
No security, put you on the
I'm the bomb, I'm the detonator
One dutch, one bud, one burner, one
Want a couple casualties, but we'll settle for one blood

10: Fabolous]
What it like, all I say it most
Shooters waitin' on the word, say it Los'
I let these n*ggas live, I told 'em pull the
Have goons gloves, leave the room full of slugs
me trafficin' on maroon colored dubs
Couple Africans balloons full of drugs
If like me, tell 'em line up
While I sit behind team, 'em out like a line up

11: Juelz Santana]
Mic check, one two, one two
I'm strapped, you strapped, let's two on two
eyein' us in the iron bus
Leak ya, two liters of red juice, punch
So what you boys gon' do to me, I'm street
life's sweet, MTV's Laguna Beach
Mama told me not to with fire but
She never I would grow to be a liar

[Verse 12: Ross]
One love to the gangs, but I'm in the
Say the for the cars, see we kill for the fame
The boss it, yeah we floss flagrant
Shame how I lost your savings up in Las Vegas
I'm a heavy better, I'm a heavy
white in the office, call it Jerry Heller
Lettin' off a hundred rounds, let the barrel
And we sit here, wait for the Darryl Gates

[Verse 13:
I got lords and gangstas, show me where them n*ggas at
Chi got two six's and kings, show me where 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, get them choppers n*gga
He got the kush, I got the dope, let's get it poppin'
Hurt him in that cherry six fo', shit no stoppin' n*gga
Hit him in the head and the wit a bullet,
when I put him in the cemetery then I gotta out

[Hook: The
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up, blood?

[Verse 14:
Yeah rollin' with two
Glock on the hip, rollin' wit two clips
Got two tiny ready to take trips
and make trips, high stakes to take grips
They what's crackin' cuz, cause as we huddle
They hold down n*gga like spade and pinnochle
West coast gang bang, riders 'em
Got n*ggas raisin' up and riders replacin' 'em

[Verse 15:
Draped in blue the notorious gangsta
RIP for who don't stay true
Deep down in the
See the jets wit
Dwellin' in the land of the gang wit the fleshin'
I'm legendary, yes yes, a
up two C's, wit two guns in my holster
I'm Long Beach city, a crip next to Compton
Down wit my Game, if you n*ggas want problems
the streets to the suites, anywhere we can meet
Then live on to Compton, Slausen swap
Worldwide, get swept away by the
By G's, and B.G's, O.G's, its time to

16: W.C.]
Who the rider, looter through the mayne
Chewed up in them Carolina blue
the westside, strivin' to get 'em
Where them killers that third letter up like Raymond Washington and
Williams
Blue jeans, blue strings, blowin' green
on blue D's and a blue T
Money thick as blue cheese, up the dub
What would the be without Snoop, Dub C and one blood

[Verse 17:
The Bay Area, f**kers we
you up if you got a problem
Uh uh, in California
Clean your clock, open your can of
Make a choice to see the lord's heaven
Get your chest out wit the FM 57
You think you can do will do but nobody
But in the Yay, there ain't to do but catch bodies

The Game]
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18: Bun B]
I'm comin' straight P.A.T., like Compton in all black
But when we say what it do, they never say holla
Bun B, the I'm O.G., like 95 Air
Neon green outta fight club off a
Acts a hundreds, just do it fool I done it
At the summit of rap and I'm you haters plummit
Run to it or run from it, to bun it don't it
Wipe the streets wit ya like you a as a gifter

19: Chamillionaire]
I'm the realest youngster thats breathin' and I gotta give a reason
Chamillionaire millionaire, ya'll to be completin'
My purpose is to get the cheese an' as a purpose that should
So shut your mouth, have a seat an' be quiet I clear the sheetin'
My label tells me I'm greedy, all the room on your tv
Like they think its easy, but it isnt easy believe me
to make a room in B.E. television if you wanna be me
Game said he made for Jeezy, I had to make room for me gee

[Verse 20: Thug]
Its one blood if you or cuz
From number one thug, its still one love
I rep my blue boy team but I do it for
I do it for my folks, vice, lords, and
All the trappers, future rappers, standin' out on the
Tryna get up out the hood mayne, and stack 'em a
Put ya in the air, scream f**k the cops
We gon' rep for the hood mayne, it or not

21: Young Dro]
My feed mashable, murders are
Cars is improfable, I'm obstacles
I made it logical, my topic is impossible
I got a potna name shoe strings cuz shorty real
Shot me to pop a do', cars be
All guns choppable, all blocks are
I am unstoppable, my calico is
Lyrically diabolical, cushion is not a cigar

22: The Clipse]
Red rum, red rum, such power in the
Never in the wildest, was he da dum
Style on n*ggas, feel it to the
thread brought flavor to these bums
Consider me the savior, look the lord gave ya
My celebrated presence, like the return of
Frolic in the snow, so
And revivin' the track like we flowin' jumper cables
duo, you know, get XXL kudos
While off Coolio
shit, we mastered this
Left for dead, I'm back, I'm

The Game]
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23: Ja Rule]
n*gga one trick, one blood, L.A., New
The Game, the RULE, one love, up
Hands down, can't touch, the flow is a bit
The style, wanna keep up, I'd you to speed up
With money like coke these days, gotta re-up
G up, cop some and dare a n*gga to act up
You see us in seaters and throw it up
Its all hood, n*ggas rep your sets if your cuz or
n*ggas we all bleed, these n*ggas breathe
because the guns are drawn and aimed to part
n*ggas they got bullets names on them
Want 'em, come get 'em n*ggas, ya'll where to get at me
Look at me, now pass me, you can be half me
You bastards, I'm laughin', bullets in family
Who sadly torn between one crip and one blood