Luyện nghe bài hát One Love Remix

Verse

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

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, check out the story when i was walking
the nigga you shot last year tried to like he hurtin' something
word to mother, i him fronting
and he be pumping on 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 the [???] for a phone piece
on the island but now with [???]
better chill 'cos them niggaz put that ass on fire
last time you wrote you said they you in the showers
i maintain when you come home the corner's
on the reels, all these crab niggaz know the
when we start the revolution all they do is squeal
but chill, see you on the v i
i gave your mom dukes for kicks
plus [???]
your brother's buck whylin' in four maine he me
he might his case, 'til he come home i play it low key
so stay civilised, time
though incarcerated your mind
i hate it your mum cries
it kinda wants to make me murder, for
i've even got a mask and gloves to bust
for one

Verse

sometimes i sit back a budda sack
mind's in another world thinking how can we through the facts
in school text 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 nails 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 have me stressed something terrible
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 back home, helping shorty
do i roll them two phillies together and the friends we call them
he said nas, niggaz be bustin' off the roof
so i wear a bullet and pack a black tres-deuce
he inhailed so deep, shut his eyes like he was
coughing when i peeked to watch me speak
i sat like the mack, my army suit was black
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 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 niggaz are struck, families fucked up
could've your man, but didn't look when you bucked up
mistakes happen, so take heed bust up
if the catch him solo, make the right man bleed
shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he so foul
only twelve to tell me that he liked my style
then i rose, the blunts ash from my clothes
then froze only the bolder herb through my nose
and told my little man i'm a go cyprose
there's some jewels in the skull that he can sell if he
words of wisdom from nas try to up above
keep an eye out for jake what
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