Luyện nghe bài hát One Love Remix

Verse

what up kid? i know shit is rough doing bid
when the cops came you shoulda slid to my
fuck it black, no time for back it's done
congratulations 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 didn't listen he be while i'm telling him stuff
i was like yeah, don't care, she a snake too
fucking with the niggaz from that crew that hate you
but yo, who got shot in the dome-piece?
jeromes niece, on her way home from beaches club
plus little rob is drugs all the time
hanging out with thugs that all carry 9's
at night time there's more than ever
Whattup with Cormega, did you see 'em, are y'all
if so then hold the fort, now i to the fullest
say whassup to herb, ice and
I left a half a hundred in your
You was my nigga when came to shove
One what? one

Verse

born, you'll be out soon, stay strong
out in new york the shit is going on
the crack-heads stalking, loud-mouths is
hold, check out the story yesterday when i was
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, what up son,
since i'm on the streets i'm a put it to a
when i heard you a nigga with the [???] for a phone piece
whylin' on the but now with [???]
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 ours
on the reels, all these niggaz know the deal
when we start the revolution all they do is squeal
but chill, see you on the v i
i gave your mom dukes for kicks
plus [???]
brother's buck whylin' in four maine he wrote me
he might beat his case, 'til he come i play it low key
so civilised, time flies
though incarcerated your [dies]
i hate it your mum cries
it kinda wants to me murder, for real-a
i've even got a mask and gloves to bust
for one

Verse

sometimes i sit back with a sack
mind's in another world thinking how can we exist 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 week and 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 have me stressed something terrible
fucking with the corners a nigga up in belle vue
or h.d.m., hit with numbers 8 to 10
a future in a state pen is grim
so i comes back home, nobody's helping
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 inhailed so deep, his eyes like he was sleep
started coughing when i peeked to me speak
i sat back like the mack, my army suit was
we was chillin' on these bitches where he pumped his cracks
i took an l he passed it, this little bastard
keeps me blasted he starts mad shit
i had to school him, told him don't let niggaz him
'cos when the pistol blows a that's when a murder be the cool one
tough luck when niggaz are struck, fucked up
cought your man, but didn't look when you bucked up
mistakes happen, so take heed never up
if the crowd catch him solo, make the right man
shorty's laugh was cold as he spoke so foul
twelve trying to tell me that he liked my style
then i rose, wiping the blunts ash my clothes
then froze the bolder herb smoke through my nose
and told my man that i'm a go cyprose
there's some jewels in the that he can sell if he chose
words of wisdom from nas try to rise up
keep an eye out for jake what
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