Luyện nghe bài hát One Love

What up kid? I know shit is rough doing bid
When the cops you should of slid to my crib
Fuck it black, no time for looking back it's
Plus you know you got a son
I heard he looks like you, why don't your lady you?
Told her she 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 don't care, she a too
Fucking with the from that fake crew that hate you
But yo, guess who got shot in the
s niece, on her way home from joes beaches club
Plus little rob is drugs all the time
out with young thugs that all carry 9's
At night time more trife than ever
What up with Cormega, did you see 'em, are y'all
If so then hold the fort, now I to the fullest
Say whats up to herb, ice and
I left a half a in your commissary
You was my when push came to shove
One one love

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 story when I was walking
The nigga you shot last year to appear like he hurtin' something
to mother, I heard 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 nigga with the ? for a piece
on the island but now with ?
Better chill 'cause them niggasz put that ass on fire
Last you wrote you said they tried you in the showers
I maintain when you come the corner's ours
On the reels, all these niggaz know the deal
When we start the revolution all they do is squeal
But chill, see you on the v I
I your mom dukes loot for kicks
Plus ?
brother's buck whylin' in four Maine he wrote me
He beat his case, 'til he come home I play it low key
So civilized, time flies
incarcerated your mind (dies)
I hate it when mum cries
It kinda wants to me murder, for real-a
I've even got a mask and gloves to slugs
For one

I sit back with a Buddha sack
Mind's in another world thinking how can we exist through the
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 hittin' nails while I'm
A two day stay, you may say I need the alone
To relax my dome, no phone, the 9 at home
You see the streets me stressed something 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 state pen is grim
So I comes back home, nobody's helping
Do I roll them two phillies together and the friends we call oowops
He nas, niggaz cold be bustin' off the roof
So I wear a bullet and pack a black tres-deuce
He inhailed so deep, shut his eyes he was sleep
Started coughing when I peeked to me speak
I sat like 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, little bastard
me blasted he starts talking mad shit
I had to school him, told him let niggas fool him
'cause when the pistol blows a shot that's when a be the cool one
luck when niggas are struck, families fucked up
Could've caught man, but didn't look when you bucked up
Mistakes happen, so take never bust up
If the crowd him solo, make the right man bleed
Shorty's laugh was cold as he spoke so foul
Only twelve trying to tell me that he my style
Then I rose, wiping the ash from my clothes
Then froze the bolder herb smoke through my nose
And told my man that I'm a go cyprose
There's some in the skull that he can sell if he chose
Words of wisdom from nas try to rise up
an eye out for jake shorty what
One