Luyện nghe bài hát One Love

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

Dear born, be out soon, stay strong
Out in new york the same is going on
The crack-heads stalking, loud-mouths is
Hold, check out the story yesterday I was walking
The nigga you shot last tried to appear like he hurtin' something
Word to mother, I him fronting
And he be pumping on block
Your man him your 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 nigga 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 tried you in the showers
I maintain you come home the corner's ours
On the reels, all crab niggaz know the deal
When we start the revolution all they do is squeal
But chill, see you on the v I
I gave mom dukes loot for kicks
? flicks
Your brother's buck whylin' in four he wrote me
He might his case, 'til he come home I play it low key
So civilized, time flies
Though your mind (dies)
I it when your mum cries
It kinda to make me murder, for real-a
I've even got a mask and gloves to slugs
For one

Sometimes I sit back with a sack
Mind's in world thinking how can we exist through the facts
Written in school text books, bibles,
Fuck a lecture, the lies get me vexed-er
So I be ghost from my
I take my pen and pad for the week and nails while 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 in a maximum state pen is grim
So I comes home, nobody's helping shorty
Do I roll them two phillies together and the friends we call oowops
He said nas, cold be bustin' off the roof
So I a bullet proof and pack a black tres-deuce
He inhailed so deep, shut his eyes he was sleep
Started when I peeked to watch me speak
I sat back like the mack, my army suit was
We was chillin' on bitches where he pumped his loose cracks
I took an l he passed it, this little bastard
me blasted he starts talking mad shit
I had to school him, told him don't let 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 didn't look when you up
Mistakes happen, so take never 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 he liked my style
Then I rose, the blunts ash from my clothes
Then froze only the bolder herb smoke through my
And my little man that I'm a go cyprose
There's jewels in the skull that he can sell if he chose
of wisdom from nas try to rise up above
Keep an eye out for shorty what
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