Luyện nghe bài hát One Love Remix

Verse

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

Verse

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
word to mother, i him fronting
and he be on your block
your man gave him glock
and now run together, what up son, whatever
since i'm on the i'm a put it to a cease
i heard you blew a nigga with the [???] for a phone piece
whylin' on the island but now with
better chill 'cos them niggaz put that ass on fire
time you wrote you said they tried 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 gave your mom loot for kicks
plus flicks
your brother's buck whylin' in maine he wrote me
he might beat his case, 'til he come i play it low key
so civilised, time flies
though incarcerated your [dies]
i it when your 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 with a budda
mind's in another world thinking how can we exist the facts
written in school books, bibles, etcetera
fuck a school lecture, the 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 alone
to relax my dome, no phone, left the 9 at
you see the streets have me something terrible
fucking with the corners a nigga up in belle vue
or h.d.m., hit with numbers 8 to 10
a future in a state pen is grim
so i comes back home, nobody's helping
do i roll them two together and the friends we call them oowops
he nas, niggaz cold be bustin' off the roof
so i wear a bullet and pack a black tres-deuce
he inhailed so deep, his eyes like he was sleep
started coughing i peeked to watch me speak
i sat back the mack, my army suit was black
we was chillin' on these bitches where he his loose cracks
i took an l when he passed it, this bastard
me blasted he starts talking mad shit
i had to school him, told him don't let niggaz him
when the pistol blows a shot that's when a murder be the cool one
tough luck when niggaz are struck, families up
could've cought your man, but look when you bucked up
happen, so take heed never bust up
if the catch him solo, make the right man bleed
shorty's laugh was blooded as he spoke so foul
only twelve to tell me that he liked my style
i rose, wiping the blunts ash from my clothes
then only 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 shorty what
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