Luyện nghe bài hát One Blood (West Coast Remix)

Uh huh


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

1: Jim Jones]

Peace blood, peace (peace blood)
We all thugs and we run the nightly (eastsiiide)
And get my lawyer, why cause I coppin' out (nope)
And I f**k wit b-boys who bring them 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 side, where we ride and we all fly high
In the AM G5's, so twist ya fingers up and bang bang
Get ya money up, cane is what we f**kin' slang
And 9 is what I f**kin' claim
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 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 duds, cuz we bustin' slugs
We sure to stay in touch and clean your up
And if you from the West Coast, my n*gga

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 wanna be diss song kings on the radio
Talkin' bout how they gon' and take me away
But I'm the living, legend I'm not to be questioned
your whole hood holler shit about my progression

4: T.I.]
You knowin' my shitty, only a buck fifty
So I keep the smitty's wit me, they comin to get me
Hey Wut You
I'm prepared in the and all
Wit Chimme Chose, you can call me quick draw
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' in the all the walls
all they saw

[Verse 5: The
Hip Hop ain't dead, it just took a couple
I bring it back to life, 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 the first week uhhhhh

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

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

[Verse 7: Lil
Five oh four gangsta, new orleans soldier, under water,
fuck around and soak ya, gunner, im bout my holster,
and if you gettin greasy, im an ulcer, im bickin back bein
on tha eastside,
im in the new orleans the blood at the beehive,
and aint nothin sweet 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 by the swapmeet with heat
If Def Jam, gonna flop him
And Reggaeton ain't hot in the building no mo', its okay I get it
Back to the trees for deep, these little knees

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

[Verse 9: and Styles P]
One blood, we used to the
from the hood 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'
Blood in, out, me and homie back to back
Both loaded workin', we about to a shut out
I'm New York's king, I'm New hardest n*gga
in between's a motherf**kin' target n*gga
D-B-L-O-C-K he
The hawk'll find a nice home right where cheeks stay
We got a mean team, Hip Hop 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 settle for just one blood

10: Fabolous]
What it like, all I say it most
waitin' on the word, just say it Los'
I let these live, I told 'em pull the plug
Have goons gloves, leave the room full of slugs
Catch me trafficin' on maroon colored
Couple Africans with balloons full of
If they like me, 'em line up
I sit behind 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
eyein' us in the iron bus
Leak ya, two of red juice, Hawaaiin punch
So what you gon' do to me, I'm born street
Your sweet, MTV's Laguna Beach
Mama told me not to play fire but
She told I would grow 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 seller
Keep white in the office, call it Jerry
Lettin' off a hundred rounds, let the pick
And we gon' sit here, for the Darryl Gates

13: Twista]
b*tch I got lords and gangstas, me where them n*ggas at
Chi got two six's and kings, show me them killas at
Chi got them ballas and hustlers, me where them figures at
where them triggers at, aim at them fitted caps
He got the clips, I got the scope, get them 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 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,

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

[Verse 15:
in blue the notorious gangsta crew
RIP for n*ggas who don't stay
Deep down in the
See the better 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 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
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 through the mayne
up in them Carolina blue Hurricanes
From the westside, to get 'em
Where them killers throw that third up like Raymond Washington and
Tookie
Blue jeans, blue strings, blowin' blueberry
Cadillac on D's and a blue T
Money thick as blue cheese, up the dub
What would the west be Snoop, Dub C and one blood

[Verse 17:
The Bay Area, f**kers we
Open you up if you got a
Uh uh, born in
Clean your clock, open your can of
Make a choice to see the hail lord's
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

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 it do, they never say holla back
Bun B, the I'm O.G., like 95 Air
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 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 thats breathin' and I don't gotta give a reason
Chamillionaire millionaire, competin' to be completin'
My is to get the cheese an' as a purpose that should defeatin'
So shut your mouth, have a seat an' be quiet I clear the sheetin'
My label tells me I'm greedy, hoggin' all the on your 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: Slim
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, out on the blocks
Tryna get up out the hood mayne, and stack 'em a
Put ya sets in the air, scream f**k the
We rep for the hood mayne, like it or not

[Verse 21: 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', be tropical
All choppable, all blocks are moppable
I am unstoppable, my calico is
diabolical, cushion is not a cigar brand

[Verse 22: The
Red rum, red rum, such power in the
in the wildest, was he talkin' da dum
Style on n*ggas, it to the numb
Japanese thread brought to these bums
me the savior, look what the lord gave ya
My celebrated presence, like the of Grateful
in the snow, so playful
And revivin' the track like we flowin' through cables
What duo, you know, get XXL
While coppin' off
Classic shit, we mastered
Left for dead, I'm back, I'm

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

[Verse 23: Ja
one trick, one blood, L.A., New York
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 movin' like coke these days, gotta
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
we all bleed, these n*ggas can't breathe
Only because the guns are drawn and to part
n*ggas they got bullets with names on
Want 'em, come get 'em n*ggas, ya'll 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 torn between one crip and one blood