Luyện nghe bài hát One Love Remix

Verse

what up kid? i know shit is rough doing bid
when the cops came you shoulda to my crib
fuck it black, no time for back it's done
congratulations you know you got a son
i heard he looks like you, why don't lady write you?
told her she should visit, when she got hyper
flip it, talk he acts too rough
he didn't listen he be riffin' while i'm telling him
i was like yeah, shorty don't care, she a too
with the niggaz from that fake crew that hate you
but yo, who got shot in the dome-piece?
jeromes niece, on her way home from joes club
plus little rob is selling all the time
hanging out with young thugs that all 9's
at night time there's trife than ever
Whattup with Cormega, did you see 'em, are together?
if so then hold the fort, now i represent to the
say to herb, ice and bullet
I left a half a hundred in commisary
You was my nigga when came to shove
One one love

Verse

born, you'll be out soon, stay strong
out in new york the same is going 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
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,
since i'm on the streets i'm a put it to a
when i heard you blew a with the [???] for a phone piece
on the island but now with [???]
better chill 'cos them niggaz will put that ass on
last time you you said they tried you in the showers
i maintain when you come home the ours
on the reels, all crab 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 loot for kicks
plus flicks
your buck whylin' in four maine he wrote me
he might beat his case, he come home i play it low key
so stay civilised, flies
though incarcerated your mind
i hate it when your mum
it kinda to make me murder, for real-a
i've even got a mask and gloves to slugs
for one

Three:

sometimes i sit back with a sack
in another world thinking how can we exist through the facts
written in school books, bibles, etcetera
fuck a school lecture, the lies get me
so i be from my projects
i take my pen and pad for the and hittin' nails while 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 have a nigga up in belle vue
or h.d.m., hit numbers from 8 to 10
a in a maximum state pen is grim
so i back home, nobody's helping shorty
do i roll them two phillies together and the friends we call them
he said nas, niggaz cold be off the roof
so i a bullet proof and pack a black tres-deuce
he inhailed so deep, shut his like he was sleep
started when i peeked to watch 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 talking mad shit
i had to him, told him don't let niggaz fool him
'cos when the pistol blows a shot that's when a be the cool one
luck when niggaz are struck, families fucked up
could've your man, but didn't look when you bucked up
mistakes happen, so take heed never up
if the crowd him solo, make the right man bleed
shorty's laugh was blooded as he spoke so foul
twelve trying to tell me that he liked my style
then i rose, wiping the ash from my clothes
then froze only the bolder herb through my nose
and told my man that i'm a go cyprose
there's some jewels in the skull that he can if he chose
words of wisdom from nas try to up above
keep an eye out for jake shorty
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