Luyện nghe bài hát One Love (LG Main Mix)

What up kid? I know shit is doing your bid
When the cops came you of slid to my crib
Fuck it black, no for looking 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 should visit, that's she got hyper
Flip it, talk 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
with the niggas from that fake crew that hate you
But yo, guess who got shot in the
s niece, on her way home from joes beaches club
Plus little rob is selling all the time
Hanging out with young that all carry 9's
At night time there's more trife than
up with Cormega, did you see 'em, are y'all together?
If so then the fort, now I represent to the fullest
Say whats up to herb, ice and
I left a half a hundred in commissary
You was my nigga when push to shove
One one love

Dear born, be out soon, stay strong
Out in new york the same shit is on
The crack-heads stalking, loud-mouths is
Hold, check out the yesterday when I was walking
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, up son, whatever
I'm on the streets I'm a put it to a cease
When I heard you blew a with the ? for a phone piece
Whylin' on the but now with ?
Better chill 'cause them niggasz put that ass on fire
time you wrote you said they tried you in the showers
I maintain when you come the corner's ours
On the reels, all these niggaz know the deal
When we start the revolution all they probably do is
But chill, see you on the v I
I gave mom dukes 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 incarcerated your (dies)
I hate it when mum cries
It kinda wants to me murder, for real-a
I've even got a and gloves to bust slugs
For one

Sometimes I sit back with a sack
Mind's in another world thinking how can we exist through the
Written in school text books, bibles,
Fuck a school lecture, the get me vexed-er
So I be ghost from my
I take my pen and pad for the week and hittin' nails while I'm
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 something terrible
Fucking with the corners a nigga 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 back home, nobody's shorty
Do I roll them two phillies together and the friends we call oowops
He said nas, cold be bustin' off the roof
So I wear a bullet proof and pack a tres-deuce
He inhailed so deep, shut his eyes like he was
Started coughing when I peeked to me speak
I sat back like the mack, my suit was black
We was chillin' on bitches where he pumped his loose cracks
I an l when he passed it, this little bastard
Keeps me blasted he talking mad shit
I had to him, told him don't let niggas fool him
'cause when the pistol blows a shot that's when a murder be the one
Tough luck when niggas are struck, families up
Could've your man, but didn't look when you bucked up
happen, so take heed never bust up
If the crowd him solo, make 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 herb through my nose
And told my little man that I'm a go
There's some in the skull that he can sell if he chose
of wisdom from nas try to rise up above
Keep an eye out for shorty what
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