Luyện nghe bài hát One Love (LG Main Mix)

What up I know shit is rough doing your bid
When the cops came you should of to my crib
Fuck it black, no time for looking back done
Plus you know you got a son
I heard he like you, why don't your lady write you?
Told her she should visit, that's when she got
it, talk about he acts too rough
He didn't listen he be riffin' while I'm him stuff
I was like yeah, don't care, she a snake too
Fucking with the niggas 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 young thugs that all 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 in your commissary
You was my when push came to shove
One what? one

born, you'll be out soon, stay strong
Out in new the same shit is going on
The crack-heads stalking, is talking
Hold, out the story yesterday when I was walking
The nigga you shot year tried to appear like he hurtin' something
Word to mother, I him fronting
And he be pumping on block
Your man gave him your
And now they run together, what up son,
Since I'm on the streets I'm a put it to a
When I 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 they tried you in the showers
I maintain when you come home the ours
On the reels, all these niggaz know the deal
When we the revolution 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 Maine he wrote me
He might beat his case, 'til he come I play it low key
So stay civilized, time
incarcerated your mind (dies)
I hate it when your mum
It wants to make me murder, for real-a
I've even got a mask and to bust slugs
For one

Sometimes I sit back with a Buddha
Mind's in another world thinking how can we through the facts
Written in school books, bibles, etcetera
Fuck a lecture, the lies get me vexed-er
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 the time alone
To relax my dome, no phone, left the 9 at
You see the have me stressed something terrible
Fucking with the corners have a nigga up in vue
Or h.d.m., hit with numbers 8 to 10
A in a maximum state pen is grim
So I back 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 wear a proof and pack a black tres-deuce
He inhailed so deep, shut his eyes he was sleep
coughing when I peeked to watch me speak
I sat like the mack, my army suit was black
We was chillin' on these bitches where he pumped his loose
I took an l when he passed it, this little
me blasted he starts talking mad shit
I had to school him, him don't let niggas fool him
'cause when the pistol blows a shot that's when a be the cool one
Tough luck when niggas are struck, families up
Could've caught your man, but didn't look when you up
Mistakes happen, so take heed never up
If the crowd catch him solo, the right man bleed
Shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he so foul
twelve trying to tell me that he liked my style
Then I rose, wiping the blunts ash my clothes
froze only the bolder herb smoke 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
Words of wisdom from nas try to rise up
Keep an eye out for jake what
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