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', some integrity

1: Jim Jones]

Peace blood, peace (peace blood)
We all and we run the streets nightly (eastsiiide)
And get my lawyer, why cause I coppin' out (nope)
And I f**k wit who bring them choppers out (yuppp)
One shot of that will have the boys bring the out
And we ballin', for all the toys is what we out
My feary side, we ride and we all fly high
In the AM G5's, so ya fingers up and bang muf**ka bang
Get ya money up, cane is what we f**kin' slang
And 9 trey is what I claim
Its Dipset, capital don of the bird

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Verse 7: Lil
Five oh gangsta, new orleans soldier, banging under water,
fuck around and ya, lousiana gunner, im bout my holster,
and if you gettin greasy, im an ulcer, im bickin bein bool
on tha eastside,
im in the new where the blood at the beehive,
and aint 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 cash sweet
We will blackwall 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 believers an opportunity to breathe
And you gotta go overseas to see our rap shit
You can come to Queens and get jacked quick

[Verse 9: Jadakiss and P]
One blood, we used to the
Came from the so we used to the killin'
to the black males, makin' cracksales in the buildin'
How else you get the benz with the suede on the
Blood in, blood out, me and back to back
Both workin', we about to pitch a shut out
I'm New king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga
Anything in between's a motherf**kin' target
D-B-L-O-C-K he
The hawk'll find a nice home where your cheeks stay
We got a mean team, Hip Hop team
boys is only 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 for just one blood

10: Fabolous]
What it look like, all I say it
Shooters waitin' on the word, just say it
I let these n*ggas live, I 'em pull the plug
Have goons pullin' gloves, leave the full of slugs
Catch me trafficin' on maroon dubs
Couple with balloons full of drugs
If like me, tell 'em line up
While I sit team, point '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
You're us in the iron bus
Leak ya, two of red juice, Hawaaiin punch
So what you boys gon' do to me, I'm street
Your life's sweet, MTV's Beach
Mama told me not to play with but
She never told I would to be a liar

[Verse 12: Rick
One love to the gangs, but I'm in the
Say the fellows for the cars, see we for the fame
The made it, yeah we floss flagrant
Shame how I lost your life up in Las Vegas
I'm a heavy better, I'm a heavy
Keep in the office, call it Jerry 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, show me where n*ggas at
Chi got two six's and kings, show me where them 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 them n*gga
He got the kush, I got the dope, let's get it poppin'
Hurt him in that six fo', shit ain't 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

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

up, blood?

[Verse 14:
Yeah with two grips
Glock on the hip, rollin' wit two clips
Got two tiny locos to take trips
and make trips, high stakes to take grips
They know what's cuz, cause as we huddle
They hold cards n*gga like spade and pinnochle
coast gang bang, riders erasin' 'em
Got funny 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
in the land of the gang bang wit the fleshin'
I'm legendary, yes yes, a
up two C's, wit two guns in my holster
I'm from Beach city, a crip next to Compton
Down wit my Game, if you n*ggas want 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, looter through the mayne
Chewed up in them Carolina Hurricanes
From the westside, to get 'em
Where them killers throw that letter up like Raymond Washington and
Williams
Blue jeans, strings, blowin' blueberry green
Cadillac on blue D's and a T
Money thick as blue cheese, up the dub
What would the west be without Snoop, Dub C and one

17: E-40]
The Bay Area, f**kers we
you up if you got a problem
Uh uh, in California
Clean your clock, open your can of
a choice to see the hail lord's heaven
Get chest laid out wit the FM 57
You think shit you can do will do but
But in the Yay, there ain't nuttin to do but bodies

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

18: Bun B]
I'm comin' straight outta P.A.T., like Compton in all
But when we say what it do, they never say back
Bun B, the I'm O.G., 95 Air Macs
Neon green outta fight club off a
Acts a hundreds, do it fool I done done it
At the summit of rap and I'm watchin' you haters
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 and I don't gotta give a reason
Chamillionaire millionaire, ya'll competin' to be
My is to get the cheese an' as a purpose that should defeatin'
So shut your mouth, have a seat an' be quiet till I clear the
My label tells me I'm greedy, hoggin' all the on your tv
Like they think its easy, but it isnt easy believe me
Need to make a in B.E. television if you wanna be me
Game said he made room for Jeezy, I had to make for me gee

20: Slim Thug]
Its one if you blood or cuz
From 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
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 hood mayne, it or not

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

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

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

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 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, these n*ggas can't
Only because the guns are drawn and aimed to
n*ggas they got bullets names on them
Want 'em, come get 'em n*ggas, ya'll where to get at me
at me, now pass me, maybe you can be half me
You bastards, I'm laughin', bullets stickin' in
Who sadly gets torn one crip and one blood