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 ninin', have some integrity

[Verse 1: Jim

Peace blood, almighty (peace blood)
We all and we run the streets nightly (eastsiiide)
And get my lawyer, why I ain't coppin' out (nope)
And I wit b-boys 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 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, cane is what we f**kin' slang
And 9 trey is what I claim
Its Dipset, capital don of the gang

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

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

4: T.I.]
You my attitude shitty, only a buck fifty
So I the smitty's 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 McGraw
b*tch cut that fool, better call the law
I start sprayin', make f**k n*gga fall and
I play like Puff, no pause at all
holes in the all the walls
Thats all saw

[Verse 5: The
Hip Hop ain't dead, it took a couple shots
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 scared to face me
This ain't a movie dog, nope, not 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 front trill with them stiff faces
Till them lyin' still up in stiff cases
With styrofoams and embalmin' fluid
I been to long and I'm down to lose it
Somebody go and get this n*gga a box
And I ain't talkin' about a measly nine shots
Yeah I'm happy and my wrist loose
Call me Goldie, I'll smack your too

7: Lil Wayne]
Five oh four gangsta, new orleans soldier, under water,
fuck and soak 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 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, they gonna him
And Reggaeton ain't hot in the building no mo', its okay I get it
Back to the forest for deep, these little knees

Who took believers an opportunity to
And you ain't gotta go overseas to see our rap
You can come to Lefrak Queens and get jacked

9: Jadakiss and Styles 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 on the ceilin'
Blood in, out, me and homie back to back
Both loaded workin', we to pitch a shut out
I'm New king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga
Anything in a motherf**kin' target n*gga
D-B-L-O-C-K he
The hawk'll find a nice home right 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 detonator
One dutch, one bud, one burner, one
Want a couple casualties, but we'll for just one blood

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

[Verse 11: Juelz
Mic check, one two, one two
I'm strapped, you strapped, play two on two
You're eyein' us in the bus
Leak ya, two liters of red juice, punch
So what you boys gon' do to me, I'm born
Your life's sweet, MTV's Laguna
Mama told me not to with 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
how I lost your life savings up in Las Vegas
I'm a better, I'm a heavy 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

[Verse 13:
b*tch I got lords and gangstas, show me where n*ggas at
Chi got two and kings, show me where them killas at
Chi got them and hustlers, show me where them figures at
Game where them triggers at, aim at them 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 cherry 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 then I gotta holler out

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

up, blood?

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

[Verse 15:
Draped in blue the notorious gangsta
RIP for who don't stay true
down in the crevices
See the better wit
Dwellin' in the land of the gang wit the fleshin'
I'm legendary, yes yes, a
Throwin' up two C's, wit two guns in my
I'm from Long Beach city, a crip next to
wit my n*gga Game, if you n*ggas want 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 gutter
Chewed up in them blue Hurricanes
the westside, strivin' to get 'em
Where them killers throw that letter up like Raymond Washington and
Tookie
jeans, blue strings, blowin' blueberry green
Cadillac on D's and a blue T
Money thick as blue cheese, up the dub
What the west be without Snoop, Dub C and one blood

17: E-40]
The Bay Area, we proper
Open you up if you got a
Uh uh, in California
your clock, open your can of tuna
Make a 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 in all black
But when we say what it do, never say holla back
Bun B, the I'm O.G., 95 Air Macs
green outta fight club off a Fairfax
Acts a hundreds, just do it fool I done it
At the summit of rap and I'm watchin' you haters
Run to it or run from it, to bun it give it
Wipe the streets wit ya like you a as a gifter

19: Chamillionaire]
I'm the realest youngster breathin' and I don't gotta give a reason
Chamillionaire millionaire, ya'll competin' to be
My purpose is to get the 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 Eric they think its easy, but it isnt easy me
Need to a room in B.E. television if you wanna 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 team but I do it for
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, f**k the cops
We gon' rep for the hood mayne, it or not

21: Young Dro]
My mashable, murders are catastrophical
is improfable, I'm overcomin' 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 blocks are
I am unstoppable, my calico is
Lyrically diabolical, cushion is not a cigar

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

The Game]
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, touch, the flow is a bit much
The style, wanna up, I'd advise you to speed up
With money movin' like coke days, gotta re-up
G up, cop some heaters and dare a to act up
You see us in seaters and throw it up
Its all hood, rep your sets if your cuz or blood
n*ggas we all bleed, these n*ggas breathe
Only because the guns are and aimed to part
n*ggas got bullets with names on them
'em, come 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 gets torn between one crip and one blood