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 back it's done
Plus congratulations you you got a son
I heard he looks like you, why don't your write you?
her she should visit, that's when she got hyper
Flip it, talk about he acts too
He didn't listen he be riffin' I'm telling him stuff
I was like yeah, shorty don't care, she a too
Fucking with the niggas from that fake crew that you
But yo, guess who got shot in the
s niece, on her way home from joes beaches club
Plus rob is selling drugs 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 up to herb, ice and bullet
I left a half a hundred in your
You was my when push came to shove
One what? one

Dear born, you'll be out soon, strong
Out in new york the same shit is on
The stalking, loud-mouths is talking
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 pumping on your
Your man gave him your
And now they run together, up son, whatever
Since I'm on the I'm a put it to a cease
When I heard you a nigga with the ? for a phone piece
Whylin' on the but now with ?
Better chill 'cause them niggasz will put ass on fire
Last time you you said they tried you in the showers
I when you come home the corner's ours
On the reels, all these crab know the deal
we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal
But chill, see you on the v I
I gave your mom dukes for kicks
Plus ?
Your buck whylin' in four Maine he wrote me
He might beat his case, 'til he come home I it low key
So stay civilized, time
Though incarcerated your (dies)
I it when your mum cries
It kinda to make me murder, for real-a
I've even got a and gloves to bust slugs
For one

Sometimes I sit with a Buddha sack
Mind's in another world thinking how can we exist 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' nails 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 streets have me stressed terrible
with the corners have a nigga up in belle vue
Or h.d.m., hit with from 8 to 10
A future in a maximum state pen is
So I back home, nobody's helping shorty
Do I roll them two phillies together and the friends we them oowops
He said nas, cold be bustin' off the roof
So I wear a bullet proof and pack a black
He inhailed so deep, shut his like he was sleep
Started when I peeked to watch me speak
I sat like the mack, my army suit was black
We was on these bitches 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, told him let niggas fool him
'cause when the pistol blows a shot when a murder be the cool one
Tough luck niggas are struck, families fucked up
Could've caught your man, but didn't look when you up
Mistakes happen, so take heed bust up
If the crowd him solo, make the right man bleed
Shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he so foul
Only twelve trying to me that he liked my style
I rose, wiping the blunts ash from my clothes
Then froze only the bolder smoke through my nose
And told my little man I'm a go cyprose
There's some jewels in the that he can sell if he chose
of wisdom from nas try to rise up above
Keep an eye out for jake shorty
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