Luyện nghe bài hát One Love Remix

Verse

what up kid? i know is rough doing your bid
when the cops came you slid 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 write you?
told her she should visit, that's she got hyper
it, talk about he acts too rough
he listen he be riffin' while i'm telling him stuff
i was like yeah, shorty care, she a snake too
fucking the niggaz from that fake crew that hate you
but yo, guess who got in the dome-piece?
jeromes niece, on her way home from joes club
plus rob is selling drugs all the time
hanging out with young that all carry 9's
at night time there's more trife than
Whattup with Cormega, did you see 'em, are y'all
if so hold the fort, now i represent to the fullest
say whassup to herb, ice and
I left a half a hundred in commisary
You was my when push came to shove
One what? one

Two:

dear born, you'll be out soon, stay
out in new the same shit is going on
the crack-heads stalking, loud-mouths is
hold, check out the yesterday when i was walking
the nigga you shot year tried to appear like he hurtin' something
word to mother, i him fronting
and he be pumping on your
man gave 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 [???]
better chill 'cos them niggaz will put ass on fire
last time you wrote you said tried you in the showers
i maintain when you home the corner's ours
on the reels, all these niggaz know the deal
when we start the revolution all probably do is squeal
but chill, see you on the v i
i gave your mom dukes for kicks
[???] flicks
your 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
though incarcerated mind [dies]
i hate it when your mum
it kinda wants to make me murder, for
i've even got a mask and to bust slugs
for one

Verse

sometimes i sit back with a budda
in another world thinking how can we exist through the facts
written in text books, bibles, etcetera
fuck a lecture, the lies get me vexed-er
so i be ghost from my
i take my pen and pad for the 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 have me stressed something terrible
fucking with the 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 back home, helping shorty
do i roll them two phillies together and the friends we them oowops
he said nas, niggaz cold be off the roof
so i wear a bullet proof and a black tres-deuce
he inhailed so deep, shut his eyes like he was
started when i peeked to watch me speak
i sat back like the mack, my suit was black
we was on these bitches where he pumped his loose cracks
i took an l he passed it, this little bastard
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 when a murder be the cool one
tough luck niggaz are struck, families fucked up
could've your man, but didn't look when you bucked up
happen, so take heed never bust up
if the catch him solo, make the right man bleed
shorty's was cold blooded as he spoke so foul
only twelve trying to tell me that he liked my
then i rose, wiping the blunts ash my clothes
then froze only the bolder herb smoke my nose
and my little man that i'm a go cyprose
there's jewels in the skull that he can sell if he chose
of wisdom from nas try to rise up above
keep an eye out for jake shorty
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