Luyện nghe bài hát One Love (LG Main Mix)

What up kid? I know is rough doing your bid
When the cops came you should of to my crib
Fuck it black, no time for looking back it's
Plus congratulations you you got a son
I heard he looks like you, why don't your 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' while I'm him stuff
I was like yeah, shorty care, she a snake too
Fucking with the from that fake crew that hate you
But yo, who got shot in the dome-piece?
Jerome s niece, on her way home from beaches club
Plus little rob is selling all the time
Hanging out with thugs that all carry 9's
At night time there's more trife than
What up with Cormega, did you see 'em, are y'all
If so then the fort, now I represent to the fullest
Say up to herb, ice and bullet
I a half a hundred in your commissary
You was my nigga when came to shove
One what? one

Dear born, be out soon, stay strong
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 you shot last year tried to appear like he hurtin' something
to mother, I heard him fronting
And he be on your block
Your man gave him your
And now run together, what up son, whatever
Since I'm on the I'm a put it to a cease
When I heard you blew a nigga the ? for a phone piece
Whylin' on the island but now ?
Better chill them niggasz will put that ass on fire
time you wrote you said they tried you in the showers
I maintain when you home the corner's ours
On the reels, all these crab niggaz the deal
When we start the revolution all probably do is squeal
But chill, see you on the v I
I gave mom dukes loot for kicks
Plus ?
Your buck whylin' in four Maine he wrote me
He might beat his case, 'til he home I play it low key
So stay civilized, time
Though incarcerated mind (dies)
I hate it when your mum
It kinda to make me murder, for real-a
even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs
For one

Sometimes I sit with a Buddha sack
Mind's in another world how can we exist through the facts
Written in school text books, bibles,
a school lecture, the lies get me vexed-er
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 alone
To my dome, no phone, left the 9 at home
You see the streets have me stressed something
Fucking the corners have a nigga up in belle vue
Or h.d.m., hit numbers from 8 to 10
A future in a maximum state pen is
So I comes back home, helping shorty
Do I roll them two phillies together and the we call them oowops
He said nas, niggaz cold be off the roof
So I wear a bullet proof and a black tres-deuce
He inhailed so deep, his eyes like he was sleep
Started coughing when I peeked to watch me
I sat back like the mack, my suit was black
We was chillin' on these bitches he pumped his loose cracks
I took an l when he passed it, little bastard
Keeps me blasted he starts talking mad
I had to school him, told him don't let niggas him
'cause when the pistol a shot that's when a murder be the cool one
Tough when niggas are struck, families fucked up
Could've caught your man, but look when you bucked up
Mistakes happen, so take heed never up
If the crowd catch him solo, make the right man
Shorty's laugh was cold 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 my little man that I'm a go cyprose
There's some jewels in the skull that he can if he chose
of wisdom from nas try to rise up above
Keep an eye out for jake what
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