Luyện nghe bài hát One Love (LG Main Mix)

What up kid? I know shit is doing your bid
When the cops came you should of slid to my
Fuck it black, no time for back it's done
congratulations you know you got a son
I heard he looks like you, why don't your lady you?
Told her she should visit, that's when she got
it, talk about he acts too rough
He didn't listen he be riffin' while I'm him stuff
I was like yeah, don't care, she a snake too
Fucking with the niggas from that fake crew that you
But yo, who got shot in the dome-piece?
Jerome s niece, on her way from joes beaches club
Plus little rob is drugs all the time
Hanging out with young 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 to the fullest
Say whats up to herb, ice and
I left a half a hundred in commissary
You was my nigga when push came to
One one love

Dear born, be out soon, stay strong
Out in new the same shit is going on
The crack-heads stalking, loud-mouths is
Hold, check out the story yesterday when I was
The nigga you shot last tried to appear like he hurtin' something
Word to mother, I heard him
And he be pumping on block
Your man gave him glock
And now they run together, what up son,
Since I'm on the I'm a put it to a cease
I heard you blew a nigga with the ? for a phone piece
Whylin' on the but now with ?
Better 'cause them niggasz will put that ass on fire
Last time you wrote you said they tried you in the
I maintain when you come home the corner's
On the reels, all crab niggaz know the deal
When we the revolution all they probably do is squeal
But chill, see you on the v I
I gave your mom dukes for kicks
? flicks
Your brother's buck whylin' in four he wrote me
He might beat his case, 'til he come I play it low key
So stay civilized, time
Though incarcerated your (dies)
I hate it when your mum
It wants to make me murder, for real-a
I've even got a mask and gloves to bust
For one

Sometimes I sit back with a sack
Mind's in another thinking how can we exist through the facts
Written in school books, bibles, etcetera
Fuck a school lecture, the get me vexed-er
So I be from my projects
I take my pen and pad for the and hittin' nails while I'm sleeping
A two day stay, you may say I need the time
To relax my dome, no phone, the 9 at home
You see the streets have me stressed terrible
Fucking with the 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 call them
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 eyes like he was
Started coughing I peeked to watch me speak
I sat back like the mack, my suit was black
We was chillin' on bitches where he pumped his loose cracks
I took an l he passed 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 that's when a be the cool one
Tough luck when niggas are struck, families up
Could've caught man, but didn't look when you bucked up
Mistakes happen, so heed never bust up
If the crowd catch him solo, make the man bleed
Shorty's was cold blooded as he spoke so foul
Only twelve trying to tell me that he my style
I rose, wiping the blunts ash from my clothes
Then froze the bolder herb smoke through my nose
And told my little man that I'm a go
There's jewels in the skull 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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