Luyện nghe bài hát One Love Remix

Verse

what up kid? i know shit is rough your bid
when the cops came you shoulda slid to my
fuck it black, no time for looking back done
congratulations you know you got a son
i heard he looks like you, why don't your lady write
told her she visit, that's when she got hyper
flip it, talk about he acts too
he didn't listen he be riffin' 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 shot in the
jeromes niece, on her way home from joes 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
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 a hundred in your commisary
You was my nigga when came to shove
One what? one

Two:

dear born, you'll be out soon, stay
out in new york the same shit is on
the crack-heads stalking, loud-mouths is
hold, out the story yesterday when i was walking
the nigga you shot last year tried to like he hurtin' something
word to mother, i heard him
and he be on your block
your man gave him glock
and now they run together, what up son,
since i'm on the streets i'm a put it to a
when i 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 wrote you said they you in the showers
i maintain you come home the corner's ours
on the reels, all these crab niggaz know the
when we start the revolution all probably do is squeal
but chill, see you on the v i
i your mom dukes loot for kicks
[???] flicks
your brother's buck in four maine he wrote me
he might beat his case, 'til he come i play it low key
so civilised, time flies
though incarcerated mind [dies]
i hate it when mum cries
it kinda wants to make me murder, for
i've even got a mask and to bust slugs
for one

Three:

sometimes i sit back a budda sack
mind's in another world thinking how can we through the facts
written in school text books, bibles,
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' 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 with the corners have a nigga up in 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 two phillies together and the friends we call them oowops
he said nas, niggaz cold be bustin' off the
so i wear a proof and pack a black tres-deuce
he inhailed so deep, his eyes like he was sleep
started when i peeked to watch me speak
i sat back the mack, my army 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, told him let niggaz fool him
'cos when the pistol blows a shot that's when a murder be the one
tough when niggaz are struck, families fucked up
could've cought man, but didn't look when you bucked up
mistakes happen, so take never bust up
if the catch him solo, make the right man bleed
shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he spoke so
only trying to tell me that he liked my style
i rose, wiping the blunts ash from my clothes
then froze the bolder herb smoke through my nose
and told my little man i'm a go cyprose
there's jewels in the skull that he can sell if he chose
words of from nas try to rise up above
keep an eye out for jake shorty
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