Luyện nghe bài hát One Love

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

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

Sometimes I sit back with a Buddha
Mind's in another world thinking how can we through the facts
in school text books, bibles, etcetera
Fuck a school lecture, the get me vexed-er
So I be ghost my projects
I my pen and pad for the week and hittin' nails while 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 terrible
Fucking the corners have a nigga up in belle vue
Or h.d.m., hit with numbers 8 to 10
A future in a maximum state pen is
So I back home, nobody's helping shorty
Do I roll them two phillies together and the friends we call oowops
He said nas, niggaz cold be bustin' off the
So I wear a bullet and pack a black tres-deuce
He inhailed so deep, his eyes like he was sleep
coughing when I peeked to watch me speak
I sat back like the mack, my suit was black
We was chillin' on these bitches he pumped his loose cracks
I took an l when he passed it, little bastard
Keeps me he starts talking mad shit
I had to him, told him don't let niggas fool him
'cause the pistol blows a shot that's when a murder be the cool one
Tough luck when are struck, families fucked up
Could've caught man, but didn't look when you bucked up
Mistakes happen, so take heed bust up
If the crowd catch him solo, the right man bleed
Shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he spoke so
Only twelve trying to tell me that he liked my
Then I rose, wiping the blunts ash from my
Then froze only the herb smoke through my nose
And told my man that I'm a go cyprose
There's some jewels in the skull that he can sell if he
Words of wisdom from nas try to up above
Keep an eye out for shorty what
One