Luyện nghe bài hát One Love (LG Main Mix)

What up I know shit is rough doing your bid
When the cops you should 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 don't lady write you?
Told her she should visit, that's when she got
Flip it, about he acts too rough
He didn't listen he be riffin' while I'm telling him
I was like yeah, don't care, she a snake too
Fucking with the niggas from that fake crew hate you
But yo, who got shot in the dome-piece?
Jerome s niece, on her way from joes beaches club
Plus little rob is selling drugs all the
Hanging out with young thugs all carry 9's
At night time there's more trife than
What up with Cormega, did you see 'em, are y'all
If so hold the fort, now I represent to the fullest
Say whats up to herb, ice and
I left a half a hundred in your
You was my nigga when push to shove
One what? one

Dear born, you'll be out soon, stay
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 shot last year to appear like he hurtin' something
to mother, I heard him fronting
And he be pumping on block
Your man gave him your
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 the ? for a phone piece
Whylin' on the island but now ?
Better chill 'cause them niggasz will put ass on fire
Last time you you said they tried you in the showers
I when you come home the corner's 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 your mom loot for kicks
Plus ?
Your brother's buck whylin' in four Maine he me
He beat his case, 'til he come home I play it low key
So stay civilized, time
Though incarcerated your (dies)
I hate it your mum cries
It kinda wants to make me murder, for
I've even got a and gloves to bust slugs
For one

Sometimes I sit back with a Buddha
Mind's in another thinking how can we exist through the facts
Written in school books, bibles, etcetera
Fuck a school lecture, the lies get me
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 time
To relax my dome, no phone, the 9 at home
You see the have me stressed something 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 maximum 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, niggaz cold be off the roof
So I wear a bullet and pack a black tres-deuce
He so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleep
coughing when I peeked to watch me speak
I sat back the mack, my army suit was black
We was on these bitches where he pumped his loose cracks
I took an l when he passed it, this bastard
Keeps me blasted he starts talking mad
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
luck when niggas are struck, families fucked up
Could've caught your man, but didn't look when you up
Mistakes happen, so heed never bust up
If the crowd catch him solo, the right man bleed
Shorty's was cold blooded as he spoke so foul
Only trying to tell me that he liked my style
Then I rose, wiping the ash from 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 from nas try to up above
Keep an eye out for shorty what
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