Luyện nghe bài hát One Love

What up kid? I know shit is doing your bid
the cops came you should of slid to my crib
Fuck it black, no time for looking it's done
Plus congratulations you you got a son
I heard he looks like you, why your lady write you?
her she should visit, that's when she got hyper
Flip it, talk about he acts too
He didn't he be riffin' while I'm telling him stuff
I was like yeah, don't care, she a snake too
Fucking with the niggas from that 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 selling drugs all the
Hanging out with 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 represent to the
Say up to herb, ice and bullet
I left a half a hundred in commissary
You was my nigga when came to shove
One what? one

Dear born, you'll be out soon, strong
Out in new york the same is going on
The crack-heads stalking, loud-mouths is
Hold, out the story yesterday when I was walking
The nigga you last year tried to appear like he hurtin' something
to mother, I heard him fronting
And he be pumping on your
Your man gave him your
And now they run together, what up son,
Since I'm on the streets I'm a put it to a
When I heard you blew a nigga the ? for a phone piece
on the island but now with ?
Better chill them niggasz will 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 crab niggaz know the
When we start the revolution all probably do is squeal
But chill, see you on the v I
I gave mom dukes loot for kicks
? flicks
Your brother's buck whylin' in Maine he wrote me
He might beat his case, he come home I play it low key
So civilized, time flies
Though incarcerated mind (dies)
I hate it your mum cries
It wants to make me murder, for real-a
I've even got a and gloves to bust slugs
For one

Sometimes I sit back a Buddha sack
in another world thinking how can we exist through the facts
Written in school text books, bibles,
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' 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 stressed terrible
Fucking with the corners have a nigga up in vue
Or h.d.m., hit with numbers 8 to 10
A in a maximum 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 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 like he was sleep
coughing when I peeked to watch me speak
I sat back like the mack, my army was black
We was chillin' on these where he pumped his loose cracks
I took an l when he passed it, this little
me blasted he starts talking mad shit
I had to him, told him don't let niggas fool him
'cause the pistol blows a shot that's when a murder be the cool one
Tough luck niggas are struck, families fucked up
Could've caught man, but didn't 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 cold as he spoke so foul
Only twelve to tell me that he liked my style
Then I rose, wiping the blunts ash from my
Then froze only the bolder herb through my nose
And my little 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 jake shorty
One