Luyện nghe bài hát One Love (LG Main Mix)

What up kid? I know is rough doing your 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 looks like you, why don't your write you?
Told her she should visit, that's when she got
Flip it, talk about he too rough
He didn't listen he be riffin' I'm telling him stuff
I was like yeah, don't care, she a snake too
Fucking with the niggas from that crew that hate you
But yo, guess who got in the dome-piece?
Jerome s niece, on her way from joes beaches club
Plus little rob is drugs all the time
out with young thugs that all carry 9's
At night time there's more than ever
up with Cormega, did you see 'em, are y'all together?
If so then hold the fort, now I represent to the
Say whats up to herb, ice and
I left a half a hundred in your
You was my nigga when push came to
One one love

Dear born, you'll be out soon, strong
Out in new york the shit is going on
The stalking, loud-mouths is talking
Hold, check out the story yesterday I was walking
The you shot last year tried to appear like he hurtin' something
Word to mother, I heard him
And he be pumping on block
man gave him your glock
And now they run together, up son, whatever
I'm on the streets I'm a put it to a cease
When I you blew a nigga with the ? for a phone piece
Whylin' on the island but now ?
Better chill them niggasz will put that ass on fire
Last time you wrote you said they tried you in the
I maintain you come 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 your mom dukes loot for
Plus ?
Your brother's buck whylin' in 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 hate it when mum cries
It kinda wants to me murder, for real-a
I've even got a mask and to bust slugs
For one

I sit back with a Buddha sack
Mind's in another world thinking how can we exist the facts
Written in school text books, bibles,
a school lecture, the lies get me vexed-er
So I be ghost from my
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, left the 9 at
You see the have me stressed something terrible
Fucking with the corners have a up in belle vue
Or h.d.m., hit numbers from 8 to 10
A in a maximum state pen is grim
So I back home, nobody's helping shorty
Do I roll them two phillies together and the friends we call them
He nas, niggaz cold be bustin' off the roof
So I wear a bullet proof and a black tres-deuce
He inhailed so deep, shut his eyes he was sleep
Started coughing I peeked to watch me speak
I sat like the mack, my army suit was black
We was chillin' on bitches where he pumped his loose cracks
I took an l when he passed it, 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 a murder be the cool one
Tough when niggas are struck, families fucked up
caught your man, but didn't look when you bucked up
Mistakes happen, so take heed bust up
If the crowd catch him solo, the right man bleed
Shorty's laugh was blooded as he spoke so foul
Only twelve to tell me that he liked my style
Then I rose, wiping the ash from my clothes
Then froze only the herb smoke through my nose
And my little man that I'm a go cyprose
There's some in the skull that he can sell if he chose
Words of wisdom from nas try to up above
Keep an eye out for shorty what
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