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 slid to my
Fuck it black, no time for back it's done
Plus you know 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, about he acts too rough
He didn't listen he be while I'm telling him stuff
I was like yeah, don't care, she a snake too
Fucking with the from that fake crew that hate you
But yo, who got shot in the dome-piece?
s niece, on her way home from joes beaches club
Plus rob is selling drugs all the time
Hanging out young thugs that all carry 9's
At night time there's more trife ever
What up with Cormega, did you see 'em, are y'all
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 push came to shove
One what? one

Dear born, you'll be out soon, stay
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 nigga you shot last year tried to appear like he hurtin'
Word to mother, I him fronting
And he be pumping on your
Your man gave him your
And now they run together, up son, whatever
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 chill 'cause them will put that ass on fire
Last time you wrote you said tried you in the showers
I maintain when you come the corner's ours
On the reels, all these crab niggaz know the
When we start the all they probably do is squeal
But chill, see you on the v I
I your mom dukes loot for kicks
? flicks
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 your mum
It kinda to make me murder, for real-a
I've even got a and gloves to bust slugs
For one

I sit back with a Buddha sack
Mind's in world thinking how can we exist through the facts
Written in text books, bibles, etcetera
Fuck a school lecture, the lies get me
So I be ghost my projects
I take my pen and pad for the week and hittin' nails 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 me stressed something terrible
Fucking the corners have a nigga up in belle vue
Or h.d.m., hit with numbers 8 to 10
A future in a maximum pen is grim
So I comes back home, nobody's shorty
Do I them two phillies together and the friends we call them oowops
He said nas, niggaz cold be bustin' off the
So I wear a bullet and pack a black tres-deuce
He inhailed so deep, shut his eyes like he was
Started when I peeked to watch me speak
I sat back like the mack, my army was black
We was chillin' on these bitches where he pumped his loose
I took an l when he it, this little bastard
Keeps me blasted he starts mad shit
I had to school him, told him let niggas fool him
'cause when the pistol a shot that's when a murder be the cool one
Tough luck niggas are struck, families fucked up
Could've caught man, but didn't look when you bucked up
Mistakes happen, so take heed never 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 liked my
Then I rose, wiping the blunts ash my clothes
Then only the bolder herb smoke through my nose
And told my little man that I'm a go
There's some jewels in the skull he can sell if he chose
Words of wisdom nas try to rise up above
Keep an eye out for jake shorty
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