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 back done
congratulations you know you got a son
i heard he looks you, why don't your lady write you?
told her she 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 yeah, shorty 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 joes beaches
little rob is selling drugs all the time
hanging out with young that all carry 9's
at night time there's more trife ever
with Cormega, did you see 'em, are y'all together?
if so then hold the fort, now i to the fullest
say to herb, ice and bullet
I left a half a 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 the same shit is going on
the crack-heads stalking, is talking
hold, check out the yesterday when i was walking
the nigga you shot last year tried to like he hurtin' something
word to mother, i him fronting
and he be pumping on your
man gave him your glock
and now they run together, up son, whatever
since i'm on the streets i'm a put it to a
when i heard you blew a nigga 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 said they tried you in the
i when you come home the corner's ours
on the reels, all these crab niggaz the deal
we start 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 buck whylin' in four maine he wrote me
he might his case, 'til he come home i play it low key
so stay civilised, time
though incarcerated your [dies]
i it when your mum cries
it kinda wants to make me murder, for
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 through the
written in text books, bibles, etcetera
fuck a lecture, the lies get me vexed-er
so i be ghost 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 need the alone
to relax my dome, no phone, left the 9 at
you see the streets have me stressed terrible
fucking with the have a nigga 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 be bustin' off the roof
so i wear a bullet proof and pack a tres-deuce
he inhailed so deep, shut his eyes he was sleep
coughing when i peeked to watch me speak
i sat back like the mack, my army suit was
we was on these bitches where he pumped his loose cracks
i took an l when he passed it, this little
keeps me blasted he starts talking mad
i had to school him, him don't let niggaz fool him
'cos when the pistol blows a shot that's when a be the cool one
tough luck when are struck, families 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, the right man bleed
shorty's was cold blooded as he spoke so foul
only trying to tell me that he liked my style
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
there's some jewels in the skull that he can sell if he
of wisdom from nas try to rise up above
keep an eye out for jake what
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