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
Plus congratulations you you got a son
I heard he looks like you, why your lady write you?
Told her she should visit, that's when she got
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 niggas from that fake crew hate you
But yo, guess who got shot in the
Jerome s niece, on her way home joes beaches club
little rob is selling drugs all the time
Hanging out with thugs that all carry 9's
At night there's more trife than ever
What up with Cormega, did you see 'em, are y'all
If so hold the fort, now I represent to the fullest
Say up to herb, ice and bullet
I left a half a in your commissary
You was my nigga when push to shove
One what? one

Dear born, be out soon, stay strong
Out in new york the shit is going on
The crack-heads stalking, is talking
Hold, check out the yesterday when I was walking
The nigga you shot last year tried to appear like he something
to mother, I heard 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 streets I'm a put it to a
When I heard you blew a nigga with the ? for a phone
Whylin' on the island but now ?
Better 'cause them niggasz will put that ass on fire
Last time you you said they tried you in the showers
I maintain when you home the corner's ours
On the reels, all these niggaz know the deal
we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal
But chill, see you on the v I
I gave your mom dukes for kicks
? flicks
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
incarcerated your mind (dies)
I hate it your mum cries
It wants to make me murder, for real-a
even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs
For one

Sometimes I sit back with a sack
Mind's in another world thinking how can we exist through the
Written in school books, bibles, etcetera
a school lecture, the lies get me vexed-er
So I be ghost my projects
I take my pen and pad for the week and hittin' while I'm sleeping
A two day stay, you may say I the time alone
To relax my dome, no phone, the 9 at home
You see the streets have me stressed terrible
with the corners have a nigga up in belle vue
Or h.d.m., hit numbers from 8 to 10
A future in a maximum 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, his eyes like he was sleep
Started when I peeked to watch me speak
I sat back the mack, my army suit was black
We was chillin' on bitches where he pumped his loose cracks
I took an l when he passed it, this 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 that's when a murder be the cool one
Tough luck when niggas are struck, fucked up
Could've your man, but didn't look when you bucked up
happen, so take heed never bust up
If the catch him solo, make the right man bleed
Shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he spoke so
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 man that 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 rise up
Keep an eye out for shorty what
One