Luyện nghe bài hát One Love Remix

Verse

what up i know shit is rough doing your bid
the cops came you shoulda slid to my crib
fuck it black, no time for looking it's done
plus congratulations you you got a son
i heard he looks like you, why don't your write you?
told her she should visit, that's she got hyper
flip it, about he acts too rough
he listen he be riffin' while i'm telling him stuff
i was like yeah, don't care, she a snake too
fucking the niggaz from that fake crew that hate you
but yo, guess who got in the dome-piece?
jeromes niece, on her way home from beaches club
plus little rob is selling all the time
hanging out with thugs that all carry 9's
at night time there's more trife than
Whattup Cormega, did you see 'em, are y'all together?
if so then the fort, now i represent to the fullest
say to herb, ice and bullet
I left a half a hundred in commisary
You was my nigga when push to shove
One one love

Verse

born, you'll be out soon, stay strong
out in new york the shit is going on
the stalking, loud-mouths is talking
hold, check out the story when i was walking
the nigga you shot last year tried to appear he hurtin' something
word to mother, i him fronting
and he be pumping on your
your man gave him 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 nigga with the [???] for a phone
whylin' on the island but now with
better chill 'cos them niggaz will put that ass on
last time you wrote you they tried you in the showers
i maintain when you come the corner's ours
on the reels, all these niggaz know the deal
when we start the revolution all probably do is squeal
but chill, see you on the v i
i gave mom dukes loot for kicks
plus flicks
your brother's buck whylin' in four he wrote me
he might beat his case, he come home i play it low key
so civilised, time flies
though incarcerated your [dies]
i it when your mum cries
it wants to make me murder, for real-a
i've even got a and gloves to bust slugs
for one

Three:

sometimes i sit back a budda sack
mind's in world thinking how can we exist through the facts
written in school 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 and hittin' nails while i'm sleeping
a two day stay, you may say i need the alone
to my dome, no phone, left the 9 at home
you see the streets have me stressed terrible
with the corners have a nigga up in belle vue
or h.d.m., hit numbers from 8 to 10
a future in a maximum pen is grim
so i comes back home, helping shorty
do i them two phillies together and the friends we call them oowops
he nas, niggaz 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 when i peeked to watch me speak
i sat back like the mack, my army suit was
we was chillin' on these bitches he pumped his loose cracks
i an l when he passed it, this little bastard
keeps me blasted he starts talking mad
i had to him, told him don't let niggaz fool him
'cos when the pistol blows a shot that's when a be the cool one
tough luck when niggaz are struck, fucked up
could've cought your man, but didn't look when you up
happen, so take heed never bust up
if the crowd him solo, make the right man bleed
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 told my little man i'm a go cyprose
there's some jewels in the skull that he can if he chose
words of from nas try to rise up above
an eye out for jake shorty what
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