Luyện nghe bài hát One Love Remix

Verse

what up kid? i know is rough doing your bid
when the cops came you shoulda to my crib
fuck it black, no for looking back it's done
plus 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 about he acts too
he listen he be riffin' while i'm telling him stuff
i was like yeah, shorty don't care, she a too
fucking with the niggaz from that fake crew that you
but yo, guess who got shot in the
jeromes niece, on her way home from beaches club
plus rob is selling drugs all the time
hanging out with young thugs that all 9's
at night time there's more than ever
Whattup with Cormega, did you see 'em, are together?
if so hold the fort, now i represent to the fullest
say whassup to herb, ice and
I a half a hundred in your commisary
You was my nigga push came to shove
One one love

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 story yesterday when i was
the nigga you shot year tried to appear like he hurtin' something
word to mother, i heard him
and he be pumping on block
your man him your glock
and now they run together, what up son,
i'm on the streets i'm a put it to a cease
when i heard you blew a nigga with the for a phone piece
on the island but now with [???]
better chill 'cos niggaz will put that ass on fire
last time you you said they tried you in the showers
i maintain when you come the corner's ours
on the reels, all these niggaz know the deal
we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal
but chill, see you on the v i
i gave your mom loot for kicks
plus [???]
brother's buck whylin' in four maine he wrote me
he might beat his case, 'til he come home i it low key
so stay civilised, flies
incarcerated your mind [dies]
i hate it when your mum
it wants to make me murder, for real-a
i've even got a mask and gloves to slugs
for one

Verse

sometimes i sit back with a sack
mind's in another world thinking how can we exist through the
in school text books, bibles, etcetera
fuck a school lecture, the get me vexed-er
so i be ghost my projects
i take my pen and pad for the week and hittin' while i'm sleeping
a two day stay, you may say i need the time
to my dome, no phone, left the 9 at home
you see the streets have me stressed something
fucking the corners have a nigga up in belle vue
or h.d.m., hit with from 8 to 10
a future in a state pen is grim
so i comes 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 inhailed so deep, shut his eyes he was sleep
started coughing when i peeked to me speak
i sat like the mack, my army suit was black
we was chillin' on 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 murder be the one
tough luck when niggaz are struck, families up
could've cought man, but didn't look when you bucked up
mistakes happen, so heed never bust up
if the crowd catch him solo, make the man bleed
laugh was cold blooded as he spoke so foul
only trying to tell me that he liked my style
then i rose, the blunts ash from my clothes
then froze only the bolder herb through my nose
and told my little man i'm a go cyprose
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 shorty
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