Luyện nghe bài hát One Love Remix

Verse

what up kid? i know shit is rough doing bid
the cops came you shoulda slid to my crib
fuck it black, no time for looking it's 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, 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 that fake crew that hate you
but yo, guess who got in the dome-piece?
jeromes niece, on her way home from beaches club
little rob is selling drugs all the time
hanging out with young thugs all carry 9's
at night time there's more trife 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 a half a hundred in your commisary
You was my nigga when push came to
One one love

Verse

dear born, you'll be out soon, stay
out in new the same shit is going on
the crack-heads stalking, is talking
hold, check out the story yesterday i was walking
the nigga you last year tried to appear like he hurtin' something
word to mother, i him fronting
and he be pumping on block
your man gave him your
and now they run together, what up son,
since i'm on the i'm a put it to a cease
when i heard you blew a nigga with the [???] for a phone
whylin' on the but now with [???]
better chill 'cos niggaz will put that ass on fire
last time you wrote you said they you in the showers
i maintain when you come home the ours
on the reels, all these crab niggaz know the
when we start the all they probably do is squeal
but chill, see you on the v i
i gave your mom dukes for kicks
plus flicks
your brother's buck whylin' in four he wrote me
he beat his case, 'til he come home i play it low key
so civilised, time flies
though your mind [dies]
i it when your mum cries
it kinda to make me murder, for real-a
even got a mask 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 my pen and pad for the week and hittin' nails while i'm sleeping
a two day stay, you may say i the time alone
to relax my dome, no phone, left the 9 at
you see the streets have me stressed terrible
with the corners have a nigga up in belle vue
or h.d.m., hit with from 8 to 10
a future in a maximum state pen is
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 back like the mack, my suit was black
we was chillin' on these bitches where he pumped his loose
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 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
laugh was cold blooded as he spoke so foul
only twelve trying to tell me that he liked my
i rose, wiping the blunts ash from my clothes
then froze only the bolder herb through my nose
and told my little man that i'm a go
some jewels in the skull that he can sell if he chose
words of from nas try to rise up above
keep an eye out for shorty what
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