Luyện nghe bài hát One Of Ours

(featuring Jadakiss)

You know, situation this
Sometimes you know you gotta give to the community
Gotta show these motherfuckers how to wipe them off y'know?
'em a little somethin

Pick you up, off your feet like a forklift, but it's the four-fifth
Ragu red, brain leakin them sauces
Like an, autopsy leavin 'em nauseous, I aim at your bosses
Put a pep in that bop that you with
When my tec at reinforcements
I never be a victim, but the streets I endorsed it
Spittin that real, y'all cowards just it
Like fluids in my lungs, I'm more sick
You them hoes off, I put 'em on so they on this
You talk game grammar school, mines
Dem fools killin nuttin in the club, they all bent
My intent is to that ass up, leave 'em all drenched
See what a few cups of can offset
Got a little paper, I stressin, they all press
Ain't sellin records, they come at me for more
When they realize it's real them dudes out more vests
learn how to

[Chorus: 2X]
Wipe, them off, get that money money
Wipe, a smile, off ain't nuttin funny
Show, you motherfuckers, how hungry you
get, when feet are touchin (kid a nigga hungry / yeah, he one of ours) *

* changes each

P gunna, shots a come up
out them at light speed, make it a hot summer
in New York, New York - a.k.a. Ground
The Big Apple, with the worms in the (eww)
The White Castle, the Empire
The home of that Time Magazine new
Metropolis of the world, I'll show you where I come
by how the stack, and how I make a gun bust
But look that, and listen how a killer be
Imagine the concert, they dancin on they
Shorty mad gettin stained, she damn about to faint
She never saw a grimy nigga like, P
With mad diamonds in his chain, she tryin hard not to
Don't wanna miss a thing, the song we sing
Mad diamonds in his chain, she tryin hard not to
Don't wanna a thing, the song that we sing
BANG!

My they can't stop us
Ev'rysince we got our on the AR's, the S, and the fresh choppers
All of them is filled to the top with the poppers
We can get it on with America's Best
Soon as the lead pop you, don't make it
to the or wake can catch you on Ted Koppel
I'm a thumper, you just a gay nigga
with a sticker on your rear bumper
They say is short, death is longer
makes it even harder to express my hunger
And I don't wanna polly y'all, I'm a of my own
Sorta like Tom talkin to that volleyball
A "Cast Away," blast away
Fuck if you broke tomorrow, get today
And though it's hard, niggaz is on they job
It's the Ryders and the Mobb, before my niggaz we'll