Luyện nghe bài hát One Love (LG Main Mix)

What up kid? I know shit is rough doing 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 you, why don't your lady write you?
her she should visit, that's when she got hyper
Flip it, talk about he acts too
He didn't listen he be riffin' I'm telling him stuff
I was like yeah, shorty 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 joes club
Plus little rob is selling all the time
Hanging out with young that all carry 9's
At night time there's more than ever
What up with Cormega, did you see 'em, are together?
If so then hold the fort, now I represent to the
Say whats up to herb, ice and
I a half a hundred in your commissary
You was my nigga when push came to
One one love

born, you'll be out soon, stay strong
Out in new york the same shit is on
The stalking, loud-mouths is talking
Hold, check out the yesterday when I was walking
The nigga you shot last year tried to appear he hurtin' something
Word to mother, I heard him
And he be pumping on block
man gave him your glock
And now run together, what up son, whatever
Since I'm on the streets I'm a put it to a
When I heard you a nigga with the ? for a phone piece
Whylin' on the island but now ?
Better chill them niggasz will put that ass on fire
Last time you wrote you they tried you in the showers
I when you come home the corner's ours
On the reels, all these crab know the deal
we start the revolution 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 four Maine he me
He might beat his case, 'til he home I play it low key
So civilized, time flies
incarcerated your mind (dies)
I hate it when mum cries
It kinda to make me murder, for real-a
I've got a mask 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 lecture, the lies get me vexed-er
So I be from 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, the 9 at home
You see the streets have me stressed terrible
Fucking with the corners have a up in belle vue
Or h.d.m., hit with numbers 8 to 10
A in a maximum state pen is grim
So I comes back home, helping shorty
Do I roll two phillies together and the friends we call them oowops
He said nas, cold be bustin' off the roof
So I wear a bullet and pack a black tres-deuce
He inhailed so deep, shut his eyes he was sleep
Started coughing when I peeked to me speak
I sat back like the mack, my army was black
We was on these bitches where he pumped his loose cracks
I took an l when he it, this little bastard
me blasted he starts talking mad shit
I had to school him, told him don't let fool him
'cause when the pistol blows a that's when a murder be the cool one
Tough luck when niggas are struck, fucked up
caught your man, but didn't look when you bucked up
Mistakes happen, so take heed bust up
If the crowd catch him solo, make the right man
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
Then froze only the bolder herb through my nose
And my little man that I'm a go cyprose
There's some jewels in the skull 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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