Luyện nghe bài hát One Love

What up I know shit is rough doing your bid
When the cops came you should of slid to my
Fuck it black, no time for looking back done
Plus congratulations you you got a son
I heard he like you, why don't your lady write you?
Told her she should visit, that's she got hyper
Flip it, talk about he too rough
He didn't listen he be riffin' I'm telling him stuff
I was yeah, shorty don't care, she a snake too
Fucking with the niggas from that fake crew that you
But yo, who got shot in the dome-piece?
Jerome s niece, on her way home from joes beaches
Plus little rob is selling all the time
Hanging out with young that all carry 9's
At night time there's more 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 a half a hundred in your commissary
You was my nigga when push came to
One one love

born, you'll be out soon, stay strong
Out in new york the same shit is on
The crack-heads stalking, loud-mouths is
Hold, check out the story 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 on your block
Your man gave him glock
And now they run together, up son, whatever
Since I'm on the I'm a put it to a cease
I heard you blew a nigga with the ? for a phone piece
Whylin' on the island but now ?
Better chill 'cause niggasz will put that ass on fire
Last time you you said they tried you in the showers
I maintain you come home the corner's ours
On the reels, all these crab know the deal
When we start the 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
incarcerated your mind (dies)
I it when your mum cries
It kinda wants to make me murder, for
I've even got a mask and to bust slugs
For one

I sit back with a Buddha sack
Mind's in world thinking how can we exist through the facts
Written in text books, bibles, etcetera
Fuck a school lecture, the get me vexed-er
So I be from 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 the time alone
To relax my dome, no phone, left the 9 at
You see the have me stressed something terrible
Fucking with the corners a nigga up in belle vue
Or h.d.m., hit numbers 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 and the friends we call them oowops
He said nas, niggaz be bustin' off the roof
So I wear a proof and pack a black tres-deuce
He inhailed so deep, shut his eyes he was sleep
Started coughing I peeked to watch me speak
I sat back like the mack, my army suit was
We was chillin' on these bitches where he pumped his loose
I took an l when he it, this little bastard
Keeps me 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 a murder be the cool one
Tough luck when niggas are struck, families up
caught your man, but didn't look when you bucked up
Mistakes happen, so take heed never up
If the crowd catch him solo, the right man bleed
Shorty's was cold blooded as he spoke so foul
Only twelve trying to tell me that he my style
Then I rose, the blunts 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 jewels in the skull 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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