Luyện nghe bài hát One Love (LG Main Mix)

What up kid? I know shit is rough doing bid
When the cops came you should of slid to my
it black, no time for looking back it's done
Plus you know you got a son
I heard he looks like you, why don't lady write you?
Told her she should visit, that's she got hyper
Flip it, about he acts too rough
He listen he be riffin' while I'm telling him stuff
I was like yeah, shorty don't care, she a too
Fucking with the niggas that fake crew that hate you
But yo, guess who got shot in the
Jerome s niece, on her way home from beaches club
Plus little rob is selling drugs all the
Hanging out with young that all carry 9's
At night time there's more than ever
What up 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 a hundred in your commissary
You was my nigga when push came to
One what? one

born, you'll be out soon, stay strong
Out in new york the shit is going on
The crack-heads stalking, loud-mouths is
Hold, out the story yesterday when I was walking
The nigga you last year tried to appear like he hurtin' something
to mother, I heard him fronting
And he be pumping on your
Your man gave him glock
And now run together, what up son, whatever
Since I'm on the I'm a put it to a cease
When I heard you blew a nigga with the ? for a piece
on the island but now with ?
Better 'cause them niggasz will put that ass on fire
Last time you wrote you said they you in the showers
I maintain when you come home the corner's
On the reels, all these crab niggaz know the
When we start the revolution all they do is squeal
But chill, see you on the v I
I gave mom dukes loot for kicks
? flicks
Your brother's whylin' in four Maine he wrote me
He might beat his case, 'til he come I play it low key
So stay civilized, flies
Though incarcerated mind (dies)
I hate it your mum cries
It wants 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 Buddha
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 from my
I my pen and pad for the week 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 streets have me stressed terrible
with the corners have a nigga up in belle vue
Or h.d.m., hit numbers from 8 to 10
A in a maximum state pen is grim
So I comes back home, nobody's helping
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 a black tres-deuce
He so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleep
Started coughing I peeked to watch me speak
I sat back like the mack, my army was black
We was chillin' on these bitches where he his loose cracks
I an l when he passed it, this little bastard
Keeps me 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 murder be the one
Tough luck when niggas are struck, families up
Could've caught your man, but look when you bucked up
happen, so take heed never bust up
If the crowd catch him solo, the right man bleed
Shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he so foul
Only twelve trying to tell me that he liked my
Then I rose, the blunts ash from my clothes
Then only the bolder herb smoke through my nose
And my little man that I'm a go cyprose
some jewels 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 shorty
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