Luyện nghe bài hát One Love Remix

Verse

what up i know shit is rough doing your bid
when the cops came you shoulda slid to my
fuck it black, no time for looking back done
plus you know you got a son
i heard he looks like you, why don't your write you?
told her she should visit, that's when she got
it, talk about he acts too rough
he didn't listen he be riffin' while i'm him stuff
i was like yeah, shorty don't care, she a 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 home from joes beaches
plus little rob is selling drugs all the
hanging out with young that all carry 9's
at night time 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 half a hundred in your
You was my nigga push came to shove
One what? one

Two:

dear born, be out soon, stay strong
out in new york the same is going on
the crack-heads stalking, loud-mouths is
hold, check out the story when i was walking
the you shot last year tried to appear like he hurtin' something
word to mother, i heard him
and he be pumping on block
your man gave him glock
and now they run together, up son, whatever
i'm on the streets i'm a put it to a cease
when i heard you blew a nigga with the [???] for a piece
whylin' on the island but now [???]
better chill 'cos them niggaz will put ass on fire
last you wrote you said they tried you in the showers
i maintain you come home the corner's ours
on the reels, all these crab niggaz know the
when we the revolution all they 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 he wrote me
he might beat his case, 'til he come i play it low key
so stay civilised, time
though incarcerated mind [dies]
i hate it your mum cries
it kinda to make me murder, for real-a
i've even got a and gloves to bust slugs
for one

Verse

i sit back with a budda sack
mind's in another world thinking how can we exist through the
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 hittin' nails i'm sleeping
a two day stay, you may say i the time alone
to my dome, no phone, left the 9 at home
you see the streets have me stressed terrible
fucking with the corners a nigga up in belle vue
or h.d.m., hit numbers from 8 to 10
a in a maximum state pen is grim
so i back home, nobody's helping shorty
do i roll them two phillies and the friends we call them oowops
he said nas, cold be bustin' off the roof
so i wear a bullet and pack a black tres-deuce
he so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleep
started coughing when i to watch me speak
i sat like the mack, my army suit was black
we was chillin' on these bitches where he pumped his cracks
i took an l when he passed it, little bastard
keeps me blasted he talking mad shit
i had to school him, told him let niggaz fool him
'cos when the pistol blows a shot when a murder be the cool one
tough when niggaz are struck, families fucked up
could've cought your man, but look when you bucked up
mistakes happen, so take heed bust up
if the catch him solo, make the right man bleed
shorty's was cold blooded as he spoke so foul
only twelve to tell me that he liked my style
then i rose, the blunts ash from my clothes
then froze 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 wisdom from nas try to up above
keep an eye out for shorty what
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