Luyện nghe bài hát One Love

What up kid? I know shit is rough doing bid
When the cops came you should of to my crib
Fuck it black, no time for looking back done
congratulations you know you got a son
I heard he looks like you, why don't lady write you?
Told her she visit, that's when she got hyper
Flip it, about he acts too rough
He didn't listen he be riffin' I'm telling him stuff
I was like yeah, shorty don't care, she a too
Fucking with the niggas from that fake crew that you
But yo, guess who got shot in the
Jerome s niece, on her way home joes beaches club
Plus little rob is selling drugs all the
Hanging out with young thugs all carry 9's
At night time there's more than ever
What up with Cormega, did you see 'em, are together?
If so then the fort, now I represent to the fullest
Say whats up to herb, ice and
I left a a hundred in your commissary
You was my nigga when came to shove
One one love

Dear born, you'll be out soon, strong
Out in new york the same shit is on
The crack-heads stalking, loud-mouths is
Hold, check out the story yesterday when I was
The nigga you shot last tried to appear like he hurtin' something
to mother, I heard him fronting
And he be pumping on block
man gave him your glock
And now run together, what up son, whatever
Since I'm on the streets I'm a put it to a
When I heard you blew a with the ? for a phone piece
on the island but now with ?
Better chill 'cause them will put that ass on fire
Last time you wrote you said they you in the showers
I maintain you come home the corner's ours
On the reels, all these crab niggaz know the
When we start the revolution all they do is squeal
But chill, see you on the v I
I gave your mom dukes loot for
Plus ?
Your brother's buck whylin' in four he wrote me
He might beat his case, 'til he come I play it low key
So stay civilized, time
incarcerated your mind (dies)
I it when your mum cries
It kinda to make me murder, for real-a
I've even got a and gloves to bust slugs
For one

Sometimes I sit with a Buddha sack
in another world thinking how can we exist through the facts
Written in school books, bibles, etcetera
Fuck a school lecture, the lies get me
So I be from my projects
I take my pen and pad for the week and hittin' nails I'm sleeping
A two day stay, you may say I need the alone
To my dome, no phone, left the 9 at home
You see the streets have me stressed something
Fucking with the corners have a up in belle vue
Or h.d.m., hit with numbers 8 to 10
A future in a state pen is grim
So I back home, nobody's helping shorty
Do I roll them two phillies together and the we call them oowops
He nas, niggaz cold be bustin' off the roof
So I wear a bullet proof and pack a tres-deuce
He inhailed so deep, shut his eyes like he was
Started coughing when I to watch me speak
I sat back like the mack, my army was black
We was chillin' on these bitches where he his loose cracks
I took an l when he passed it, little bastard
Keeps me blasted he starts mad shit
I had to school him, him don't let niggas fool him
'cause when the pistol blows a shot that's a murder be the cool one
Tough when niggas are struck, families fucked up
Could've caught your man, but look when you bucked up
Mistakes happen, so take heed never up
If the crowd him solo, make the right man bleed
Shorty's laugh was blooded as he spoke so foul
Only twelve to tell me that he liked my style
Then I rose, wiping the ash from my clothes
Then froze only the bolder herb through my nose
And my little man that I'm a go cyprose
some jewels in the skull that he can sell if he chose
Words of from nas try to rise up above
an eye out for jake shorty what
One