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 for looking back it's done
congratulations you know you got a son
I heard he looks you, why don't your lady write you?
Told her she should visit, that's when she got
Flip it, about he acts too rough
He listen he be riffin' while I'm telling him stuff
I was yeah, shorty don't care, she a snake too
Fucking with the niggas from that fake crew hate you
But yo, guess who got shot in the
Jerome s niece, on her way home joes beaches club
little rob is selling drugs all the time
Hanging out with young that all carry 9's
At night time there's trife than ever
What up Cormega, did you see 'em, are y'all together?
If so then hold the fort, now I to the fullest
Say whats up to herb, ice and
I left a half a hundred in commissary
You was my nigga push came to shove
One one love

born, you'll be out soon, stay strong
Out in new york the same is going on
The crack-heads stalking, loud-mouths is
Hold, check out the story yesterday when I was
The nigga you shot last year tried to appear like he something
Word to mother, I him fronting
And he be pumping on block
Your man gave him glock
And now they run together, up son, whatever
I'm on the streets I'm a put it to a cease
When I heard you blew a nigga with the ? for a piece
Whylin' on the island but now ?
Better chill 'cause them niggasz will put that ass on
Last time you wrote you they tried you in the showers
I maintain when you home the corner's ours
On the reels, all these crab niggaz know the
we start the revolution 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 Maine he wrote me
He might his case, 'til he come home I play it low key
So stay civilized, flies
Though your mind (dies)
I hate it your mum cries
It kinda to make me murder, for real-a
I've even got a mask and gloves to bust
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 lecture, the lies get me vexed-er
So I be ghost my projects
I take my pen and pad for the week and nails while I'm sleeping
A two day stay, you may say I need the alone
To relax my dome, no phone, left the 9 at
You see the streets have me stressed 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 maximum state pen is
So I back home, nobody's helping shorty
Do I roll them two phillies together and the friends we call them
He said nas, niggaz cold be bustin' off the
So I wear a proof and pack a black tres-deuce
He inhailed so deep, shut his eyes like he was
Started when I peeked to watch me speak
I sat back like the mack, my army suit was
We was chillin' on these bitches he pumped his loose cracks
I an l when he passed it, this little bastard
Keeps me blasted he starts talking mad
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 when are struck, families fucked up
Could've caught your man, but didn't look when you up
Mistakes happen, so take never bust up
If the crowd catch him solo, make the man bleed
Shorty's was cold blooded as he spoke so foul
Only trying to tell me that he liked my style
Then I rose, wiping the blunts ash my clothes
Then froze only the bolder herb smoke through my
And told my little man I'm a go cyprose
There's some jewels in the skull that he can if he chose
Words of wisdom nas try to rise up above
Keep an eye out for jake shorty
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