Luyện nghe bài hát One Love Remix

Verse

what up kid? i shit is rough doing your bid
when the cops came you slid to my crib
fuck it black, no time for looking back it's
plus you know you got a son
i heard he looks like you, why your lady write you?
her she should visit, that's when she got hyper
flip it, talk he acts too rough
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 from that fake crew that you
but yo, who got shot in the dome-piece?
jeromes niece, on her way home joes beaches club
plus little rob is selling drugs all the
hanging out with young thugs that all 9's
at night time more trife than ever
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 nigga push came to shove
One one love

Two:

dear born, be out soon, stay strong
out in new york the same shit is on
the crack-heads stalking, is talking
hold, check out the yesterday when i was walking
the nigga you shot last year to appear like he hurtin' something
to mother, i heard him fronting
and he be pumping on your
man gave him your glock
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 island but now [???]
better chill 'cos niggaz will put that ass on fire
last time you wrote you said they you in the showers
i when you come home the corner's 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 your mom dukes loot for kicks
plus flicks
your buck whylin' in four maine he wrote me
he might his case, 'til he come home i play it low key
so civilised, time flies
incarcerated your mind [dies]
i hate it when your mum
it kinda wants to me murder, for real-a
i've even got a mask and gloves to bust
for one

Three:

sometimes i sit back with a sack
mind's in another world thinking how can we exist through the
written in school books, bibles, etcetera
fuck a lecture, the lies get me vexed-er
so i be from 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 time
to relax my dome, no phone, left the 9 at
you see the streets have me stressed terrible
fucking with the corners a nigga up in belle vue
or h.d.m., hit numbers 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 and the friends 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 so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleep
started coughing when i peeked to watch me
i sat back like the mack, my army was black
we was chillin' on these where he pumped his loose cracks
i took an l he passed 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 that's when a be the cool one
tough luck niggaz are struck, families fucked up
could've your man, but didn't look when you bucked up
mistakes happen, so take heed bust up
if the crowd catch him solo, make the man bleed
shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he so foul
only twelve trying to tell me that he my style
i rose, wiping the blunts ash from my clothes
then froze only the bolder herb smoke through my
and my little man that i'm a go cyprose
there's some 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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