Luyện nghe bài hát One Love Remix

Verse

what up kid? i know shit is doing your bid
when the cops you shoulda slid to my crib
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
her she should visit, that's when she got hyper
flip it, talk about he too rough
he listen he be riffin' while i'm telling him stuff
i was like yeah, shorty don't care, she a too
fucking with the niggaz from that crew that hate 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 young thugs that all carry 9's
at night time there's trife than ever
Whattup with Cormega, did you see 'em, are y'all
if so then hold the fort, now i represent to the
say to herb, ice and bullet
I left a half a hundred in your
You was my nigga when push to shove
One what? one

Two:

dear born, you'll be out soon, strong
out in new the same shit is going on
the stalking, loud-mouths is talking
hold, out the story yesterday 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
your man him your glock
and now run together, what up son, whatever
since i'm on the streets i'm a put it to a
i heard you blew a nigga with the [???] for a phone piece
whylin' on the island but now with
better 'cos them niggaz will put that ass on fire
last time you wrote you said tried you in the showers
i maintain when you come home the corner's
on the reels, all these 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 loot for kicks
plus flicks
brother's buck whylin' in four maine he wrote me
he might beat his case, 'til he come i play it low key
so stay civilised, flies
though incarcerated mind [dies]
i hate it your mum cries
it kinda to make me murder, for real-a
i've even got a mask and to bust slugs
for one

Verse

sometimes i sit back with a sack
mind's in another world thinking how can we exist the facts
written in text books, bibles, etcetera
fuck a school lecture, the lies get me
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 the time alone
to my dome, no phone, left the 9 at home
you see the streets have me stressed 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 maximum pen is grim
so i comes back home, 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 wear a bullet proof and a black tres-deuce
he inhailed so deep, shut his eyes like he was
started coughing when i to watch me speak
i sat back like the mack, my army suit was
we was chillin' on bitches where he pumped his loose cracks
i an l when 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
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 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
laugh was cold blooded as he spoke so foul
only twelve trying to me that he liked my style
i rose, wiping the blunts ash from my clothes
then froze only the herb smoke through my nose
and told my little man 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 rise up
keep an eye out for jake shorty
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