Luyện nghe bài hát One Love

What up kid? I know shit is rough your bid
When the cops came you should of to my crib
Fuck it black, no time for looking back done
Plus congratulations you you got a son
I heard he looks you, why don't your lady write you?
her she should visit, that's when she got hyper
Flip it, about he acts too rough
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 shot in the
Jerome s niece, on her way home joes beaches club
Plus little rob is drugs all the time
Hanging out with young thugs that all 9's
At night time there's more trife than
What up with Cormega, did you see 'em, are together?
If so hold the fort, now I represent to the fullest
Say whats up to herb, ice and
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 same shit is on
The stalking, loud-mouths is talking
Hold, check out the yesterday when I was walking
The nigga you last year tried to appear like he hurtin' something
Word to mother, I him fronting
And he be on your block
man gave 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 you blew a nigga with the ? for a phone piece
Whylin' on the but now with ?
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 come home the corner's
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 your mom dukes loot for kicks
Plus ?
Your brother's whylin' in four Maine he wrote me
He might beat his case, 'til he home I play it low key
So stay civilized, flies
Though incarcerated your (dies)
I hate it when 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
in another world thinking how can we exist through the facts
Written in school text books, bibles,
Fuck a school lecture, the lies get me
So I be ghost my projects
I my pen and pad for the week and hittin' nails while I'm sleeping
A two day stay, you may say I need the alone
To my dome, no phone, left the 9 at home
You see the streets have me 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 maximum pen is grim
So I comes back home, nobody's helping
Do I roll them two phillies together and the we call them oowops
He said nas, niggaz cold be bustin' off the
So I wear a proof and pack a black tres-deuce
He inhailed so deep, his eyes like he was sleep
coughing when I peeked to watch me speak
I sat back like the mack, my suit was black
We was chillin' on these where he pumped his loose cracks
I took an l he passed it, this little bastard
Keeps me blasted he starts mad shit
I had to school him, him don't let niggas fool him
'cause when the blows a shot that's when a murder be the cool one
Tough when niggas are struck, families fucked up
Could've caught your man, but look when you bucked up
happen, so take heed never bust up
If the crowd catch him solo, make the man bleed
Shorty's laugh was blooded as he spoke so foul
Only twelve trying to tell me that he my style
Then I rose, wiping the blunts ash my clothes
Then froze only the bolder herb through my nose
And told my man that I'm a go cyprose
There's some jewels in the skull that he can sell if he
of wisdom from nas try to rise up above
Keep an eye out for jake shorty
One