Luyện nghe bài hát One Blood (West Coast Remix)

Uh huh


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

[Verse 1: Jim

Peace blood, peace (peace blood)
We all thugs and we run the nightly (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 will have the boys bring the coppers out
And we ballin', for all the is what we hoppin' out
My side, where we ride and we all fly high
In the AM G5's, so twist ya fingers up and bang bang
Get ya up, this cane is what we f**kin' slang
And 9 trey is what I f**kin'
Its Dipset, don of the bird gang

[Verse 2: Snoop
call the D-O-dub
Why you really cuz
21, 20 crips and all of us is cuz
We from a different street, all got that heat
But when we move the macs for Game, cuz we on the same
So if you f**k wit blood, you f**k wit us
And we ain't bustin' duds, cuz we slugs
We sure to in touch and clean your mess up
And if you from the West Coast, my n*gga

[Verse 3:
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 gettin' mad at me
I got these new jack tryna clap at me
I got these corny be diss song kings on the radio
Talkin' bout how they gon' spray and take me
But I'm the true living, legend I'm not to be
Have your whole hood holler shit about my

4: T.I.]
You knowin' my attitude shitty, only a buck
So I the smitty's wit me, shhh they comin to get me
Hey Wut You
I'm prepared in the and all
Wit Chose, you can call me quick draw McGraw
b*tch cut that fool, better call the law
I start sprayin', make n*gga fall and crawl
I press play Puff, no pause at all
Choppin' holes in the all the
Thats all saw

5: The Game]
Hip Hop dead, it just took a couple shots
I bring it to life, give it a couple shots
The kings comin', no I'm not
Too many n*ggas hate me, but they to face me
This ain't a dog, nope, not Waist Deep
I'm not an actor, but I'll show your Big Meat
She one blood, one love, on dubs
140 thousand the first uhhhhh

[Hook: The
Remix, remix, remix,
Remix, remix, remix,
Remix, remix, remix,

6: Fat Joe]
All these n*ggas wanna front trill with them stiff
them n*ggas lyin' still up in stiff cases
With them styrofoams and fluid
I been gone to and I'm down 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 and my wrist loose
Call me Goldie, smack your b*tch too

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

8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty still sweet
We will blackwall by the swapmeet with heat
If Def Jam, they gonna him
And ain't hot in the building no mo', its okay I get it poppin'
Back to the forest for deep, these little knees

Who believers an opportunity to breathe
And you ain't go overseas to see our rap shit
You can come to Lefrak Queens and get quick

[Verse 9: Jadakiss and P]
One blood, we used to the
Came from the so we used to the killin'
Used to the black males, makin' cracksales in the
How else you get the with the suede on the ceilin'
Blood in, blood out, me and homie back to
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 target n*gga
D-B-L-O-C-K he
The hawk'll find a nice home right where your stay
We got a mean team, Hip Hop dream
boys is only in the projects on green screen
No security, put you on the
I'm the bomb, I'm the mothaf**kin'
One dutch, one bud, one burner, one
Want a couple casualties, but we'll for just one blood

[Verse 10:
What it look like, all I say it
Shooters waitin' on the word, just say it
I let n*ggas live, I told 'em pull the plug
Have pullin' gloves, leave the room full of slugs
Catch me trafficin' on maroon dubs
Couple with balloons full of drugs
If they me, tell 'em line up
While I sit behind team, point 'em out a line up

[Verse 11: Santana]
Mic check, one two, one two
I'm strapped, you strapped, let's two on two
You're eyein' us in the bus
ya, two liters of red juice, Hawaaiin punch
So what you boys do to me, I'm born street
life's sweet, MTV's Laguna Beach
Mama told me not to play with but
She told I would grow to be a liar

12: Rick Ross]
One love to the gangs, but I'm in the
Say the fellows for the cars, see we for the fame
The boss made it, yeah we floss
Shame how I your life savings up in Las Vegas
I'm a heavy better, I'm a seller
white in the office, call it Jerry Heller
Lettin' off a hundred rounds, let the pick
And we gon' sit here, wait for the Darryl

13: Twista]
b*tch I got and gangstas, show me where them n*ggas at
Chi got two six's and kings, show me them killas at
Chi got them ballas and hustlers, show me them figures at
where them triggers at, aim at them fitted caps
He got the clips, I got the scope, let's get them n*gga
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 and the body wit a bullet,
when I put him in the then I gotta holler out

The Game]
Remix, remix, remix,
Remix, remix, remix,
Remix, remix, remix,

what up,

14: Kurupt]
Yeah with two grips
Glock holdin' on the hip, rollin' wit two
Got two tiny ready to take trips
Shake and make trips, high to take grips
They know crackin' cuz, cause as we huddle
They hold cards down n*gga spade and pinnochle
West coast gang bang, erasin' 'em
Got n*ggas raisin' up and riders replacin' 'em

15: Daz]
Draped in blue the notorious crew
RIP for who don't stay true
Deep down in the
See the jets wit
Dwellin' in the land of the gang bang wit the
I'm legendary, yes yes, a
up two C's, wit two guns in my holster
I'm from Long Beach city, a crip to Compton
Down wit my n*gga Game, if you want problems
From the to the suites, anywhere we can meet
Then on to Compton, Slausen swap meet
Worldwide, get away by the tide
By G's, and B.G's, O.G's, its to ride

16: W.C.]
Who the rider, looter through the gutter
Chewed up in them Carolina blue
the westside, strivin' to get 'em
Where them throw that third letter up like Raymond Washington and
Tookie
Blue jeans, blue strings, blueberry green
Cadillac on blue D's and a T
Money as blue cheese, chunkin' up the dub
What the west 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, born in
Clean your clock, your can of tuna
Make a choice to see the hail heaven
Get your laid out wit the FM 57
You think shit you can do do but nobody
But in the Yay, there ain't nuttin to do but catch

[Hook: The
Remix, remix, remix,
Remix, remix, remix,
Remix, remix, remix,

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

19: Chamillionaire]
I'm the realest youngster thats breathin' and I gotta give a reason
millionaire, ya'll competin' 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 till I the sheetin'
My label me I'm greedy, hoggin' all the room on your tv
Like Eric think its easy, but it isnt 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 gee

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

[Verse 21: Dro]
My feed mashable, are catastrophical
is improfable, I'm overcomin' obstacles
Trappin' I made it logical, my is impossible
I got a name shoe strings cuz shorty real crossable
Shot me to pop a do', cars be
All guns choppable, all are moppable
I am unstoppable, my is toxible
Lyrically diabolical, is not a cigar brand

[Verse 22: The
Red rum, red rum, such in the tongue
Never in the wildest, was he da dum
Style on n*ggas, feel it to the
Japanese thread flavor to these bums
Consider me the savior, what the lord gave ya
My celebrated presence, like the of Grateful
Frolic in the snow, so
And revivin' the track like we flowin' through jumper
duo, you know, get XXL kudos
While off Coolio
Classic shit, we mastered
for dead, I'm back, I'm Lazarus

[Hook: The
Remix, remix, remix,
Remix, remix, remix,
Remix, remix, remix,

[Verse 23: Ja
n*gga one trick, one blood, L.A., New
The Game, the RULE, one love, up
Hands down, can't touch, the is a bit much
The style, wanna keep up, I'd advise you to 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 duel and throw it up
Its all hood, rep your sets if your cuz or blood
n*ggas we all bleed, n*ggas can't breathe
because the guns are drawn and aimed to part
n*ggas they got bullets with on them
Want 'em, get 'em n*ggas, ya'll know where to get at me
Look at me, now pass me, you can be half me
You bastards, I'm laughin', bullets stickin' in
Who sadly gets torn between one and one blood