Luyện nghe bài hát One Love Remix

Verse

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

Verse

dear born, you'll be out soon, stay
out in new york the same shit is on
the crack-heads stalking, is talking
hold, check out the story when i was walking
the nigga you shot year tried to appear like he hurtin' something
to mother, i heard him fronting
and he be on your block
man gave him your glock
and now they run together, up son, whatever
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
whylin' on the island but now [???]
better chill them niggaz will put that ass on fire
last time you wrote you they tried you in the showers
i maintain when you come home the corner's
on the reels, all crab niggaz know the deal
when we the revolution all they probably do is squeal
but chill, see you on the v i
i gave your mom dukes loot for
plus flicks
your brother's buck whylin' in four maine he me
he beat his case, 'til he come home i play it low key
so civilised, time flies
though incarcerated your [dies]
i hate it when your mum
it kinda wants to me murder, for real-a
i've got a mask and gloves to bust slugs
for one

Three:

sometimes i sit with a budda sack
mind's in another world thinking how can we exist through the
written in school text books, bibles,
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 alone
to relax my dome, no phone, the 9 at home
you see the streets have me something terrible
fucking with the have a nigga up in belle vue
or h.d.m., hit with numbers 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, cold be bustin' off the roof
so i a bullet proof and pack a black 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 suit was
we was chillin' on these bitches where he pumped his cracks
i took an l when he passed it, this little
keeps me blasted he starts talking mad
i had to school him, told him let niggaz fool him
when the pistol blows a shot that's when a murder be the cool one
tough when niggaz are struck, families fucked up
could've cought your man, but didn't look you bucked up
happen, so take heed never bust up
if the crowd him solo, make the right man bleed
shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he spoke so
only twelve to tell me that he liked my style
then i rose, wiping the ash from my clothes
then froze the bolder herb smoke through my nose
and my little man that i'm a go cyprose
some jewels in the skull that he can sell if he chose
words of wisdom nas try to rise up above
keep an eye out for jake what
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