Luyện nghe bài hát One Love

What up kid? I shit is rough doing your bid
the cops 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 write you?
her she should visit, that's when she got hyper
Flip it, talk he acts too rough
He didn't he be riffin' while I'm telling him stuff
I was like yeah, shorty care, she a snake too
Fucking with the from that fake crew that hate you
But yo, guess who got in the dome-piece?
s niece, on her way home from joes beaches club
Plus little rob is drugs all the time
Hanging out with young thugs that all 9's
At night there's more trife than ever
What up Cormega, did you see 'em, are y'all together?
If so hold 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 push to shove
One what? one

Dear born, you'll be out soon, strong
Out in new the same shit is going on
The crack-heads stalking, is talking
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 pumping on block
Your man 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 a nigga with the ? for a phone piece
Whylin' on the but now with ?
Better chill 'cause them niggasz will put that ass on
Last time you wrote you said they you in the showers
I maintain you come home the corner's ours
On the reels, all crab niggaz know the deal
we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal
But chill, see you on the v I
I your mom dukes loot for kicks
Plus ?
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, flies
Though incarcerated mind (dies)
I it when your mum cries
It kinda wants to me murder, for real-a
I've got a mask and gloves to bust slugs
For one

Sometimes I sit back with a sack
in another world thinking how can we exist through the facts
Written in school books, bibles, etcetera
Fuck a school lecture, the get me vexed-er
So I be ghost my projects
I take my pen and pad for the and hittin' nails while I'm sleeping
A two day stay, you may say I need the time
To relax my dome, no phone, left the 9 at
You see the streets have me something 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 state pen is grim
So I back home, nobody's helping shorty
Do I roll them two phillies and the friends we call them oowops
He said nas, niggaz cold be 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 peeked to watch me
I sat like the mack, my army suit was black
We was chillin' on these where he pumped his loose cracks
I took an l when he passed it, this little
Keeps me blasted he starts talking mad
I had to school him, told him let niggas fool him
when the pistol blows a shot that's when a murder be the cool one
Tough luck niggas are struck, families fucked up
Could've caught your man, but look when you bucked up
Mistakes happen, so take never bust up
If the crowd catch him solo, make the right man
Shorty's laugh was blooded as he spoke so foul
Only twelve trying to tell me he liked my style
Then I rose, the blunts ash from my clothes
Then froze only the bolder herb smoke through my
And told my little man I'm a go cyprose
There's some jewels in the that he can sell if he chose
Words of wisdom from nas try to rise up
Keep an eye out for shorty what
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