Luyện nghe bài hát One Love

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

born, you'll be out soon, stay strong
Out in new york the same shit is on
The stalking, loud-mouths is talking
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 gave him glock
And now they run together, what up son,
I'm on the streets I'm a put it to a cease
When I heard you a nigga with the ? for a phone piece
Whylin' on the island but now ?
Better chill 'cause them niggasz will put ass on fire
Last time you wrote you said they tried you in the
I when 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 gave your mom loot for kicks
? flicks
Your brother's buck whylin' in four he wrote me
He might beat his case, 'til he come home I it low key
So civilized, time flies
Though your mind (dies)
I it when your mum cries
It wants to make me murder, for real-a
I've got a mask and gloves to bust slugs
For one

I sit back with a Buddha sack
Mind's in another world thinking how can we through the facts
Written in school text books, bibles,
Fuck a lecture, the lies get me vexed-er
So I be from my projects
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
Fucking with the 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 and the friends we call them oowops
He said nas, cold be bustin' off the roof
So I wear a proof and pack a black tres-deuce
He inhailed so deep, his eyes like he was sleep
Started coughing when I peeked to watch me
I sat back like the mack, my army suit was
We was chillin' on these where he pumped his loose cracks
I took an l when he it, this little bastard
me blasted he starts talking 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 luck niggas are struck, families fucked up
Could've caught your man, but look when you bucked up
Mistakes happen, so take heed never up
If the crowd catch him solo, the right man bleed
Shorty's laugh was blooded as he spoke so foul
Only twelve to tell me that he liked my style
Then I rose, wiping the ash from my clothes
froze only the bolder herb smoke through my nose
And my little man that I'm a go cyprose
There's some jewels in the that he can sell if he chose
Words of wisdom from nas try to up above
an eye out for jake shorty what
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