Luyện nghe bài hát One Love (LG Main Mix)

What up kid? I know is rough doing your bid
When the cops came you of slid to my crib
Fuck it black, no time for looking it's done
congratulations 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
Flip it, talk 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 from fake crew that hate you
But yo, guess who got shot in the
Jerome s niece, on her way home from joes beaches
Plus rob is selling drugs all the time
Hanging out with thugs that all carry 9's
At night time there's more trife ever
What up with Cormega, did you see 'em, are y'all
If so then hold the fort, now I represent to the
Say up to herb, ice and bullet
I a half a hundred in your commissary
You was my nigga when came to shove
One one love

Dear born, you'll be out soon, stay
Out in new york the same shit is on
The crack-heads stalking, is talking
Hold, out the story yesterday when I was walking
The nigga you shot last year to appear like he hurtin' something
Word to mother, I him fronting
And he be pumping on block
Your man him your glock
And now they run together, up son, whatever
Since I'm on the streets I'm a put it to a
When I heard you blew a with the ? for a phone piece
on the island but now with ?
Better chill 'cause them niggasz put that ass on fire
Last time you wrote you they tried you in the showers
I maintain when you come home the corner's
On the reels, all these crab niggaz the deal
When we start the revolution all probably do is squeal
But chill, see you on the v I
I your mom dukes loot for kicks
? flicks
Your brother's whylin' in four Maine he wrote me
He might his case, 'til he come home I play it low key
So stay civilized, flies
Though incarcerated your (dies)
I hate it when mum cries
It kinda to make me murder, for real-a
I've even got a and gloves to bust slugs
For one

Sometimes I sit with a Buddha sack
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 my projects
I take my pen and pad for the week and hittin' nails while I'm
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
Fucking with the corners have a up in belle vue
Or h.d.m., hit with from 8 to 10
A future in a maximum pen is grim
So I comes home, nobody's helping shorty
Do I roll them two phillies together and the we call them oowops
He said nas, niggaz cold be bustin' off the
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 to watch me speak
I sat back like the mack, my army was black
We was chillin' on these where he pumped his loose cracks
I took an l when he passed it, little bastard
Keeps me blasted he talking mad shit
I had to him, told him don't let niggas fool him
'cause when the pistol blows a shot 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 take heed never up
If the crowd catch him solo, make the right man
Shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he spoke so
Only twelve 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 my little man that I'm a go cyprose
There's some in the skull that 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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