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 for looking back it's done
congratulations you know you got a son
I heard he like you, why don't your lady write you?
Told her she should visit, that's she got hyper
Flip it, about he acts too rough
He didn't listen he be riffin' I'm telling him stuff
I was like yeah, shorty don't care, she a too
Fucking the niggas from that fake crew that hate you
But yo, who got shot in the dome-piece?
Jerome s niece, on her way from joes beaches club
little rob is selling drugs all the time
Hanging out with young thugs 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 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, you'll be out soon, stay
Out in new the same shit is going on
The crack-heads stalking, is talking
Hold, check out the story yesterday I was walking
The nigga you shot last year tried to appear like he something
Word to mother, I him fronting
And he be on your block
Your man him your glock
And now they run together, up son, whatever
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 'cause them niggasz will put ass on fire
time you wrote you said they tried you in the showers
I when you come home the corner's ours
On the reels, all these crab niggaz know the
When we start the all they probably do is squeal
But chill, see you on the v I
I gave your mom dukes loot for
Plus ?
Your brother's whylin' in four Maine he wrote me
He might beat his case, he come 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
I've even got a mask and gloves to slugs
For one

Sometimes I sit back with a sack
Mind's in another thinking how can we exist through the facts
Written in text books, bibles, etcetera
Fuck a school lecture, the lies get me
So I be ghost from my
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 time
To my dome, no phone, left the 9 at home
You see the streets have me stressed something
Fucking with the corners have a up in belle vue
Or h.d.m., hit with numbers 8 to 10
A future in a maximum state pen is
So I comes home, nobody's helping shorty
Do I roll them two phillies together and the friends we them oowops
He said nas, niggaz be bustin' off the roof
So I wear a bullet proof and a black tres-deuce
He so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleep
coughing when I peeked to watch me speak
I sat back like the mack, my army suit was
We was chillin' on these bitches where he pumped his cracks
I took an l when he passed it, this little
Keeps me blasted he starts mad shit
I had to him, told him don't let niggas fool him
'cause when the pistol blows a that's when a murder be the cool one
Tough luck when niggas are struck, families 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
laugh was cold blooded as he spoke so foul
Only twelve trying to tell me that he liked my
Then I rose, the blunts ash from my clothes
Then froze only the bolder herb smoke my nose
And my little man that I'm a go cyprose
some jewels 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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