Luyện nghe bài hát One Love Remix

Verse

what up kid? i know is rough doing your bid
when the cops came you shoulda to my crib
fuck it black, no for looking back it's done
plus you know 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, about he acts too rough
he didn't he be riffin' while i'm telling him stuff
i was like yeah, shorty care, she a snake too
fucking the niggaz from that fake crew that hate you
but yo, guess who got shot in the
jeromes niece, on her way home from joes beaches
plus little rob is selling all the time
hanging out young thugs that all carry 9's
at time there's more trife than ever
with Cormega, did you see 'em, are y'all together?
if so then hold the fort, now i to the fullest
say whassup to herb, ice and
I left a a hundred in your commisary
You was my nigga when push to shove
One one love

Verse

dear born, be out soon, stay strong
out in new york the same shit is on
the crack-heads stalking, 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
your man gave him your
and now they run together, up son, whatever
since i'm on the streets i'm a put it to a
when i you blew a nigga with the [???] for a phone piece
whylin' on the but now with [???]
better 'cos them niggaz 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
when we start the revolution all probably do is squeal
but chill, see you on the v i
i gave your mom dukes loot for
[???] flicks
your brother's buck whylin' in four maine he me
he might beat his case, he come home i play it low key
so civilised, time flies
though your 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

Verse

sometimes i sit back with a budda
mind's in another world thinking how can we exist through the
in school text books, bibles, etcetera
fuck a school lecture, the get me vexed-er
so i be from 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 the time alone
to relax my dome, no phone, the 9 at home
you see the streets have me something terrible
fucking with the corners a nigga 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 home, nobody's helping shorty
do i roll them two phillies and the friends we call them oowops
he said nas, niggaz cold be 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 when i to watch me speak
i sat back like the mack, my suit was black
we was chillin' on these bitches where he his loose cracks
i took an l when he passed it, little bastard
me blasted he starts talking mad shit
i had to school him, told him let niggaz fool him
when the pistol blows a shot that's when a murder be the cool one
tough luck when are struck, families fucked up
could've cought man, but didn't look when you bucked up
mistakes happen, so take heed bust up
if the crowd catch him solo, make the man bleed
shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he spoke so
only twelve trying to tell me that he my style
i rose, wiping 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 jake what
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