Luyện nghe bài hát One Love

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

Dear born, you'll be out soon, strong
Out in new york the same shit is on
The stalking, loud-mouths is talking
Hold, check out the story when I was walking
The nigga you shot last year tried to appear like he hurtin'
Word to mother, I him fronting
And he be pumping on your
Your man gave him glock
And now run together, what up son, whatever
Since I'm on the I'm a put it to a cease
When I heard you blew a with the ? for a phone piece
on the island but now with ?
Better chill 'cause niggasz will put that ass on fire
time you wrote you said they tried you in the showers
I maintain when you come home the corner's
On the reels, all these niggaz know the deal
When we the revolution all they probably 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 Maine he me
He might beat his case, 'til he come I play it low key
So stay civilized, time
Though your mind (dies)
I hate it 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 a Buddha sack
Mind's in another world thinking how can we exist the facts
Written in school text books, bibles,
Fuck a school lecture, the get me vexed-er
So I be ghost 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 time
To my dome, no phone, left the 9 at home
You see the streets have me stressed something
Fucking the corners have a nigga up in belle vue
Or h.d.m., hit with from 8 to 10
A future in a maximum pen is grim
So I comes home, nobody's helping shorty
Do I roll them two together and the friends we call them 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
Started coughing when I to watch me speak
I sat like the mack, my army suit was black
We was chillin' on these bitches where he his loose cracks
I took an l when he it, this little bastard
Keeps me he starts talking mad shit
I had to school him, told him don't let fool him
'cause the pistol blows a shot that's when a murder be the cool one
Tough when niggas 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 him solo, make the right man bleed
Shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he so foul
Only twelve trying to me that he liked my style
Then I rose, wiping the 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 skull he can sell if he chose
Words of wisdom from nas try to up above
Keep an eye out for shorty what
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