Luyện nghe bài hát One Blood (West Coast Remix)

Uh huh


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

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 b-boys who bring them 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 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 f**kin'
And 9 trey is I f**kin' claim
Its Dipset, capital don of the gang

2: Snoop Dogg]
They call the
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 for Game, cuz we on the same beat
So if you wit blood, then you f**k wit us
And we ain't bustin' duds, cuz we slugs
We sure to stay in touch and clean mess up
And if you the West Coast, my n*gga westside

3: Nas]
Game got at me about the remix, its an honor my
I rap one blood, that say I'm signin' wit Jigga
I got gettin' mad at me
I got these new jack tryna clap at me
I got these wanna be diss song kings on the radio
Talkin' bout how they gon' and take me away
But I'm the true living, legend I'm not to be
your whole hood holler shit about my progression

4: T.I.]
You knowin' my attitude shitty, only a fifty
So I keep the wit me, shhh they comin to get me
Hey Wut You
I'm prepared in the and all
Wit Chimme Chose, you can call me quick draw
I'ma cut that fool, better call the law
I start sprayin', make f**k fall and crawl
I press play like Puff, no at all
holes in the all the walls
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 comin', no I'm not Jay-Z
Too n*ggas hate me, but they scared to face me
This ain't a dog, nope, not Waist Deep
I'm not an actor, but I'll show your b*tch Big
She givin' one blood, one love, on
140 thousand the week uhhhhh

[Hook: The
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Remix, remix, remix,

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

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

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

Who took believers an opportunity to
And you ain't gotta go 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
from the hood so we used to the killin'
Used to the males, makin' 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 about to pitch a out
I'm New king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga
Anything in a motherf**kin' target n*gga
he spray
The find a nice home right where your cheeks 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 on the word, just say it Los'
I let these live, I told 'em pull the plug
Have goons pullin' gloves, the room full of slugs
Catch me trafficin' on colored dubs
Couple Africans with balloons full of
If they like me, 'em line up
While I sit team, point 'em out like 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
Your life's sweet, MTV's Laguna
told me not to play with fire but
She never told I would to be a liar

12: Rick Ross]
One to the gangs, but I'm in the thangs
Say the fellows for the cars, see we for the fame
The boss it, yeah we floss flagrant
Shame how I your life savings up in Las Vegas
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, wait for the Gates

[Verse 13:
b*tch I got lords and gangstas, me where them n*ggas at
Chi got two and kings, show me where them killas at
Chi got them ballas and hustlers, me where them figures at
Game where them triggers at, aim at them fitted
He got the clips, I got the scope, let's get choppers n*gga
He got the kush, I got the dope, get it poppin' n*gga
Hurt him in that cherry six fo', shit ain't no n*gga
Hit him in the head and the wit a bullet,
when I put him in the cemetery then I holler out

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

up, blood?

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

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

16: W.C.]
Who the rider, through the gutter mayne
up in them Carolina blue Hurricanes
From the westside, to get 'em
Where them throw that third letter up like Raymond Washington and
Tookie
Blue jeans, blue strings, blowin' green
Cadillac on D's and a blue T
Money as blue cheese, chunkin' up the dub
What would the west be without Snoop, Dub C and one

[Verse 17:
The Bay Area, f**kers we
you up if you got a problem
Uh uh, born in
Clean clock, open your can of tuna
Make a choice to see the hail heaven
Get your chest out wit the FM 57
You shit you can do will do but nobody
But in the Yay, there nuttin to do but catch bodies

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

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 back
Bun B, the I'm O.G., like 95 Air
green outta fight club off a Fairfax
Acts a hundreds, just do it I done 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 wit ya like you a swifter as a gifter

19: Chamillionaire]
I'm the realest youngster thats breathin' and I don't give a reason
Chamillionaire millionaire, ya'll to be completin'
My purpose is to get the cheese an' as a purpose that defeatin'
So shut your mouth, have a seat an' be quiet till I the sheetin'
My label tells me I'm greedy, hoggin' all the room on tv
Like Eric they think its easy, but it isnt believe me
Need to a room in B.E. television if you wanna be me
Game he made room for Jeezy, I had to make room for me gee

[Verse 20: Thug]
Its one if you blood or cuz
that number one thug, its still one love
I rep my boy team but I do it for green
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 'em a knot
Put ya sets in the air, scream the cops
We rep for the hood mayne, like it or not

[Verse 21: Dro]
My mashable, murders are catastrophical
Cars is improfable, I'm 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', be tropical
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, power in the tongue
Never in the wildest, was he da dum
Style on n*ggas, it to the numb
Japanese thread brought flavor to 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 like we flowin' through jumper cables
What duo, you know, get XXL
While off Coolio
Classic shit, we this
Left for dead, I'm back, I'm

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