Luyện nghe bài hát One Love Remix

Verse

what up kid? i know shit is doing your bid
the cops came you shoulda slid to my crib
fuck it black, no time for looking it's done
congratulations you know you got a son
i heard he looks like you, why don't lady write you?
told her she should visit, that's when she got
flip it, talk about he acts too
he didn't listen he be riffin' i'm telling him stuff
i was like yeah, shorty don't care, she a too
fucking with the niggaz that fake crew that hate you
but yo, guess who got shot in the
jeromes niece, on her way from joes beaches club
plus rob is selling drugs all the time
hanging out with young that all carry 9's
at time there's more trife than ever
Whattup with Cormega, did you see 'em, are y'all
if so then the fort, now i represent 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 same shit is on
the stalking, loud-mouths is talking
hold, check out the story when i was walking
the nigga you shot last tried to appear like he hurtin' something
word to mother, i him fronting
and he be pumping on your
your man him your glock
and now run together, what 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 piece
whylin' on the island but now with
better chill them niggaz will put that ass on fire
last time you wrote you they tried you in the showers
i maintain when you come home the ours
on the reels, all these crab niggaz the deal
when we start the 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 maine he wrote me
he might beat his case, 'til he come i play it low key
so stay civilised, flies
though incarcerated your mind
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

Three:

sometimes i sit back with a sack
mind's in another world thinking how can we through 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 hittin' nails while i'm
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 something terrible
fucking with the corners have a 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, helping shorty
do i roll them two phillies together and the friends we call them
he said nas, niggaz cold be off the roof
so i a bullet proof and pack a black tres-deuce
he inhailed so deep, his eyes like he was sleep
started coughing i peeked to watch me speak
i sat like the mack, my army suit was black
we was chillin' on these bitches where he his loose cracks
i took an l when he it, this little bastard
keeps me he starts talking mad shit
i had to school him, told him don't let niggaz him
'cos when the pistol blows a shot when a murder be the cool one
tough luck when niggaz are struck, families up
could've cought your man, but didn't when you bucked up
mistakes happen, so take heed bust up
if the crowd catch him solo, make the right man
shorty's was cold blooded as he spoke so foul
twelve trying to tell me that he liked my style
then i rose, wiping the ash from my clothes
then froze only the bolder herb smoke through my
and told my little man i'm a go cyprose
there's some jewels in the skull he can sell if he chose
words of wisdom nas try to rise up above
keep an eye out for jake shorty
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