Luyện nghe bài hát One Love Remix

Verse

what up kid? i know shit is doing your bid
when the cops came you shoulda to my crib
it black, no time for looking back it's done
plus congratulations you you got a son
i heard he looks like you, why don't your lady you?
told her she should visit, when she got hyper
flip it, talk about he 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
with the niggaz from that fake crew that hate you
but yo, who got shot in the dome-piece?
jeromes niece, on her way from joes beaches club
plus little rob is drugs all the time
hanging out young thugs that all carry 9's
at time there's more trife than ever
Whattup 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 in your commisary
You was my nigga when came to shove
One what? one

Two:

dear born, you'll be out soon, strong
out in new york the same shit is on
the crack-heads stalking, is talking
hold, out the story 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 pumping on block
your man gave him glock
and now run together, what up son, whatever
i'm on the streets i'm a put it to a cease
when i heard you blew a with the [???] for a phone piece
whylin' on the island but now with
chill 'cos them niggaz will put that ass on fire
last time you wrote you said they you in the showers
i maintain you come home the corner's ours
on the reels, all crab niggaz know the deal
when we start the all they probably do is squeal
but chill, see you on the v i
i your mom dukes loot for kicks
[???] flicks
your brother's buck in four maine he wrote me
he might his case, 'til he come home i play it low key
so civilised, time flies
though incarcerated your mind
i hate it when your mum
it wants to make me murder, for real-a
even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs
for one

Three:

sometimes i sit with a budda sack
mind's in another thinking how can we exist through the facts
written in text books, bibles, etcetera
fuck a school lecture, the lies get me
so i be ghost from my
i my pen and pad for the week and hittin' nails while i'm sleeping
a two day stay, you may say i the time alone
to relax my dome, no phone, the 9 at home
you see the streets have me stressed something
fucking with the have a nigga up in belle vue
or h.d.m., hit with from 8 to 10
a in a maximum state pen is grim
so i comes back home, helping shorty
do i roll them two phillies together and the friends we them oowops
he said nas, niggaz 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 was black
we was chillin' on these bitches he pumped his loose cracks
i an l when he passed it, this little bastard
me blasted he starts talking mad shit
i had to school him, told him let niggaz fool him
'cos when the pistol blows a shot that's when a murder be the one
tough luck niggaz are struck, families fucked up
could've cought your man, but didn't look you bucked up
mistakes happen, so take heed never up
if the catch him solo, make the right man bleed
shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he spoke so
only trying to tell me that he liked my style
then i rose, wiping the blunts ash from my
then froze only the bolder smoke through my nose
and told my little man i'm a go cyprose
there's some jewels in the that he can sell if he chose
of wisdom from nas try to rise up above
keep an eye out for shorty what
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