Luyện nghe bài hát One Love (LG Main Mix)

What up kid? I know shit is rough doing bid
the cops came you should of slid to my crib
Fuck it black, no time for looking back it's
Plus congratulations you you got a son
I heard he looks you, why don't your lady write you?
Told her she visit, that's when she got hyper
Flip it, about he acts too rough
He didn't listen he be riffin' while I'm him stuff
I was like yeah, shorty don't care, she a too
Fucking with the niggas from that fake crew that you
But yo, who got shot in the dome-piece?
Jerome s niece, on her way home from beaches club
Plus rob is selling drugs all the time
Hanging out with young thugs all carry 9's
At night time there's trife than ever
What up with Cormega, did you see 'em, are y'all
If so then the fort, now I represent to the fullest
Say up to herb, ice and bullet
I left a half a hundred in your
You was my nigga when came to shove
One what? one

born, you'll be out soon, stay strong
Out in new york the same is going on
The stalking, loud-mouths is talking
Hold, out the story yesterday when 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
man gave him your 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 the ? for a phone piece
Whylin' on the island but now ?
Better chill 'cause niggasz will put that ass on fire
Last time you you said they tried you in the showers
I maintain when you 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 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 it when your mum cries
It kinda wants to make me murder, for
I've got a mask and gloves to bust slugs
For one

I sit back with a Buddha sack
Mind's in another thinking how can we exist through the facts
in school text books, bibles, etcetera
Fuck a school lecture, the lies get me
So I be from my projects
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 my dome, no phone, left the 9 at home
You see the streets have me stressed something
with the corners have a nigga up in belle vue
Or h.d.m., hit with from 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 said nas, niggaz cold be bustin' off the
So I a bullet proof and pack a black tres-deuce
He so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleep
Started when I peeked to watch me speak
I sat back the mack, my army suit was black
We was chillin' on bitches where he pumped his loose cracks
I took an l when he passed it, this bastard
Keeps me he starts talking mad shit
I had to school him, told him don't let niggas him
'cause the pistol blows a shot that's when a murder be the cool one
luck when niggas are struck, families fucked up
Could've your man, but didn't look when you bucked up
Mistakes happen, so take heed bust up
If the crowd him solo, make the right man bleed
Shorty's laugh was cold as he spoke so foul
Only trying to tell me that he liked my style
Then I rose, the blunts ash from my clothes
Then froze only the bolder smoke through my nose
And told my man that I'm a go cyprose
There's some jewels in the skull that he can sell if he
of wisdom from nas try to rise up above
Keep an eye out for shorty what
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