Luyện nghe bài hát One Love Remix

Verse

what up kid? i know shit is doing your bid
when the cops came you shoulda to my crib
fuck it black, no time for looking back it's
plus you know you got a son
i heard he looks like you, why don't your lady write
her she should visit, that's when she got hyper
flip it, talk he acts too rough
he listen he be riffin' while i'm telling him stuff
i was like yeah, shorty care, she a snake too
fucking with the niggaz from fake crew that hate you
but yo, who got shot in the dome-piece?
jeromes niece, on her way from joes beaches club
plus little rob is selling drugs all the
out with young thugs that all carry 9's
at time there's more trife than ever
Whattup 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 what? one

Verse

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 story yesterday i was walking
the you shot last year tried to appear like he hurtin' something
word to mother, i him fronting
and he be on your block
your man gave him your
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 them niggaz will put that ass on fire
time you wrote you said they tried you in the showers
i maintain when you come home the corner's
on the reels, all these crab know the deal
when we start the revolution all they 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 maine he wrote me
he might his case, 'til he come home i play it low key
so stay civilised, 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 mask and to bust slugs
for one

Three:

sometimes i sit back a budda sack
mind's in another world thinking how can we exist the facts
written in text books, bibles, etcetera
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' while i'm sleeping
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 something
fucking with the corners have a up in belle vue
or h.d.m., hit with from 8 to 10
a in a maximum state pen is grim
so i comes back home, nobody's 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 a bullet proof and pack a black tres-deuce
he inhailed so deep, shut his eyes he was sleep
started coughing when i peeked to watch me
i sat back like the mack, my suit was black
we was chillin' on these where he pumped his loose cracks
i took an l when he passed it, this bastard
keeps me blasted he starts mad shit
i had to school him, told him let niggaz fool him
'cos when the pistol blows a shot that's when a murder be the one
tough luck when niggaz are struck, fucked up
could've cought your man, but look when you bucked up
happen, so take heed never bust up
if the crowd him solo, make the right man bleed
laugh was cold blooded 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 if he chose
words of from nas try to rise up above
keep an eye out for jake what
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