Luyện nghe bài hát One Of Ours

(featuring Jadakiss)

You know, situation like
Sometimes you know you gotta give back to the
Gotta these motherfuckers how to wipe them thangs off y'know?
Teach 'em a little

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

[Chorus: 2X]
Wipe, them guns off, get 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 repeat

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

My niggaz they can't us
Ev'rysince we got our hands on the AR's, the S, and the 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 funeral or can catch you on Ted Koppel
I'm a thumper, you just a gay nigga
with a sticker on your rear bumper
say life is short, death is longer
That makes it even harder to express my
And I don't wanna polly y'all, I'm a of my own
Sorta like Tom Hanks talkin to volleyball
A "Cast Away," I'll away
Fuck if you broke tomorrow, get today
And even though it's hard, is on they job
the Ryders and the Mobb, before my niggaz starve we'll