Luyện nghe bài hát One Blood (West Coast Remix)

Uh huh


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

[Verse 1: Jim

Peace blood, almighty (peace blood)
We all thugs and we run the streets (eastsiiide)
And get my lawyer, why I ain't coppin' 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 toys is we hoppin' out
My feary side, where we and we all fly high
In the AM G5's, so twist ya fingers up and bang muf**ka
Get ya money up, cane is what we f**kin' slang
And 9 trey is what I f**kin'
Its Dipset, capital don of the bird

[Verse 2: Snoop
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 move the macs for Game, cuz we on the same
So if you f**k wit blood, then you wit us
And we ain't bustin' duds, cuz we bustin'
We sure to in touch and clean your mess up
And if you from the 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 new jack rappers tryna clap at me
I got these corny wanna be diss song on the radio
Talkin' bout how gon' spray and take me away
But I'm the true living, I'm not to be questioned
Have whole hood holler shit 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 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 play like Puff, no pause at all
Choppin' holes in the all the
Thats all saw

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

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

[Verse 6: Fat
All these n*ggas wanna front trill with them stiff
Till them n*ggas still up in stiff cases
With them styrofoams and embalmin'
I been gone to 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 nine
Yeah I'm happy and my wrist loose
Call me Goldie, I'll your b*tch too

[Verse 7: Lil
Five oh four gangsta, new orleans soldier, banging water,
fuck around and soak ya, lousiana gunner, im 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 nothin sweet unless its presidential,
cause that is i sleep, now give me my key

8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the 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 trees for deep, these knees

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

[Verse 9: and Styles 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 benz the suede on the ceilin'
in, blood out, me and homie back to back
Both workin', we about to pitch a shut out
I'm New York's king, I'm New hardest n*gga
Anything in between's a motherf**kin' n*gga
he spray
The hawk'll find a nice home right your cheeks stay
We got a mean team, Hip Hop dream
Them boys is only in the projects on green
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 settle for just one

10: Fabolous]
What it look like, all I say it
Shooters waitin' on the word, say it Los'
I let n*ggas live, I told 'em pull the plug
Have goons pullin' gloves, the room full of slugs
Catch me trafficin' on maroon colored
Couple Africans with balloons of drugs
If like me, tell 'em line up
While I sit behind team, point 'em out like a 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 you boys gon' do to me, I'm born street
Your life's sweet, MTV's Beach
Mama told me not to with fire 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 for the cars, see we kill for the fame
The boss made it, yeah we flagrant
Shame how I your life savings up in Las Vegas
I'm a heavy better, I'm a seller
Keep white in the office, it Jerry Heller
off a hundred rounds, let the barrel pick
And we gon' sit here, wait for the Gates

13: Twista]
b*tch I got lords and gangstas, show me them n*ggas at
Chi got two and kings, show me where them killas at
Chi got them ballas and hustlers, show me where figures at
where 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 n*gga
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
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 take
and make trips, high stakes to take grips
They know what's crackin' cuz, cause as we
They cards down n*gga like spade and pinnochle
West coast bang, riders erasin' 'em
Got funny n*ggas up and riders replacin' 'em

15: Daz]
Draped in blue the gangsta crew
RIP for n*ggas who stay true
Deep down in the
See the better 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 Long Beach city, a crip next to Compton
Down wit my Game, if you n*ggas want problems
From the streets to the suites, anywhere we can
live 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 the gutter mayne
up in them Carolina blue Hurricanes
From the westside, to get 'em
Where them killers throw that letter up like Raymond Washington and
Williams
Blue jeans, blue strings, blowin' green
Cadillac on D's and a blue T
Money thick as cheese, chunkin' up the dub
What would the be without Snoop, Dub C and one blood

[Verse 17:
The Bay Area, we proper
Open you up if you got a
Uh uh, in California
Clean your clock, your can of tuna
Make a to see the hail lord's heaven
Get your laid out wit the FM 57
You shit you can do will do but nobody
But in the Yay, there ain't to do but catch bodies

The Game]
Remix, remix, remix,
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
Neon green outta fight 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 from it, to bun it don't it
Wipe the streets wit ya like you a as a gifter

19: Chamillionaire]
I'm the youngster thats breathin' and I don't gotta give a reason
Chamillionaire millionaire, ya'll competin' to be
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, hoggin' all the room on tv
Like Eric they think its easy, but it isnt believe me
Need to make a in B.E. television if you wanna be me
Game said he room for Jeezy, I had to make room for me gee

[Verse 20: Thug]
Its one blood if you or cuz
From that 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, out on the blocks
Tryna get up out the mayne, and stack 'em a knot
Put ya sets in the air, f**k the cops
We gon' rep for the hood mayne, it or not

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

[Verse 22: The
Red rum, red rum, power in the tongue
in the wildest, was he talkin' da dum
Style on n*ggas, feel it to the
Japanese thread brought flavor to bums
Consider me the savior, look what the lord ya
My celebrated presence, like the of Grateful
in the snow, so playful
And the track like we flowin' through jumper cables
What duo, you know, get XXL
coppin' off Coolio
Classic shit, we mastered
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, keep up, I'd advise you to speed up
With money movin' like coke days, gotta re-up
G up, cop heaters and dare a n*gga to act up
You see us in duel seaters and it up
Its all hood, n*ggas rep your sets if your cuz or
we all bleed, these n*ggas can't breathe
Only because the guns are drawn and to part
they got bullets with 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 in family
Who sadly torn between one crip and one blood