Luyện nghe bài hát One Love (LG Main Mix)

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

born, you'll be out soon, stay strong
Out in new york the same is going on
The stalking, loud-mouths is talking
Hold, check out the story yesterday when I was
The nigga you shot last year tried to like he hurtin' something
Word to mother, I him fronting
And he be pumping on your
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
When I you blew a nigga with the ? for a phone piece
Whylin' on the island but now ?
Better chill 'cause them will put that ass on fire
Last you wrote you said they tried you in the showers
I maintain when you home the corner's ours
On the reels, all crab niggaz know the deal
When we start the all they probably do is squeal
But chill, see you on the v I
I gave mom dukes loot 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, flies
Though your mind (dies)
I hate it when your mum
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 with a sack
Mind's in another world thinking how can we exist through the
Written in text books, bibles, etcetera
Fuck a school lecture, the 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 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 up in belle vue
Or h.d.m., hit with numbers 8 to 10
A future in a state pen is grim
So I comes home, nobody's helping shorty
Do I roll them two together and the friends we call them oowops
He nas, niggaz cold be bustin' off the roof
So I a bullet proof and pack a black tres-deuce
He so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleep
Started coughing when I peeked to 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 talking mad
I had to school him, him don't let niggas fool him
'cause when the pistol blows a shot when a murder be the cool one
luck when niggas 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, the right man bleed
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 from my
Then froze only the bolder smoke through my nose
And told my little man I'm a go cyprose
There's some jewels in the skull that he can sell if he
Words of wisdom from nas try to rise up
Keep an eye out for shorty what
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