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 it's done
congratulations you know you got a son
I he looks like you, why don't your lady write you?
Told her she should visit, when she got hyper
Flip it, talk he acts too rough
He didn't listen he be riffin' while I'm him stuff
I was like yeah, shorty don't care, she a too
Fucking with the niggas from fake crew that hate you
But yo, guess who got in the dome-piece?
Jerome s niece, on her way home from joes club
Plus little rob is selling drugs all the
Hanging out young thugs that all carry 9's
At time there's 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 your
You was my nigga push came to shove
One what? one

born, you'll be out soon, stay strong
Out in new york the same is going on
The stalking, loud-mouths is talking
Hold, check out the story when I was walking
The nigga you shot year tried 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 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 with the ? for a phone piece
Whylin' on the but now with ?
Better chill 'cause them niggasz will put ass on fire
time you wrote you said they tried you in the showers
I maintain when you come home the corner's
On the reels, all these crab niggaz the deal
When we start the all they 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 beat his case, 'til he come home I play it low key
So civilized, time flies
Though incarcerated your (dies)
I hate it your mum cries
It kinda to make me murder, for real-a
I've got a mask and gloves to bust slugs
For one

Sometimes I sit back a Buddha sack
Mind's in world thinking how can we exist through the facts
Written in school books, bibles, etcetera
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' while I'm sleeping
A two day stay, you may say I need the alone
To relax my dome, no phone, the 9 at home
You see the have me stressed something terrible
Fucking with the corners have a nigga up in vue
Or h.d.m., hit with 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 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
Started coughing when I peeked to me speak
I sat back the mack, my army suit was black
We was chillin' on these bitches where he pumped his cracks
I an l when 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 pistol blows a shot that's when a murder be the one
Tough luck when niggas are struck, families up
Could've your man, but didn't look when you bucked up
Mistakes happen, so take heed bust up
If the crowd catch him solo, make the man bleed
Shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he spoke so
Only twelve trying to tell me that he my style
Then I rose, the blunts ash from my clothes
Then froze only the bolder herb smoke 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 from nas try to rise up above
Keep an eye out for jake shorty
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