Luyện nghe bài hát One Of Ours Part II

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, aha
Yeah, yeah, yeah,

One time, Nigga

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

Pick you up, off your feet a forklift, but instead it's the four-fifth
Ragu red, your brain leakin' sauces
Like an, autopsy leavin 'em nauseous, I aim at your bosses
Put a pep in bop that you walk with
When my tec at reinforcements
I could never be a but the streets I endorsed it
Spittin' that real, y'all just cough it
Like fluids in my lungs, motherfucker, I'm sick

You them hoes off, I put 'em on so they on this
You talk 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 paper, I ain't stressin', they all press
Ain't records, they come at me for more press
they realize it's real them dudes out coppin' more vests
Better how to

Wipe them guns off, get that money,
Wipe a smile, off ain't nuttin' funny
Show you motherfuckers, how hungry you
Get when your feet are touchin', kid, a hungry
Wipe them guns off, get that money,
Wipe a nigga smile, off nuttin' funny
Show you motherfuckers, how hungry you
Get when your feet are touchin', yeah, he one of

P gunna, stay a come up out them
Hammers at light speed, make it a hot
In New York, New York, A.K.A., Ground
The Big Apple, with the worms in the
The Castle, the Empire State
The home of Time magazine new face
of the world, I'll show you where I come from
By how the stack and how I make a gun bust

But past that and listen how a killer be
Imagine the concert, they dancin' on seats
Shorty mad gettin' stained, she damn near about to
She never saw a grimy, dirty like P
mad diamonds in his chain, she tryin' hard not to blink
Don't wanna miss a thing, the song that we
Mad diamonds in his chain, she tryin' hard not to
wanna miss a thing, the song that we sing, bang

Wipe them guns off, get money, money
Wipe a smile, off ain't nuttin' funny
Show you motherfuckers, how hungry you
Get your feet are touchin', kid, a nigga hungry
Wipe guns off, get that money, money
a nigga smile, off ain't nuttin' funny
Show you motherfuckers, how hungry you
Get when feet are touchin', yeah, he one of ours

My niggaz, they can't us
Ev'rysince we got our hands on the AR's, the S, and the fresh
All of them is to the top with the vest poppers
We can get it on with America's coppers
Soon as the lead pop you, don't make it
To the funeral or can catch you on Ted Koppel
I'm a rare thumper, you just a gay
a rainbow sticker on your rear bumper

They say life is short, death is
That makes it even harder to my hunger
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 hard, niggaz is on they job
It's the Ryders and the Mobb, my niggaz starve we'll

Wipe them guns off, get money, money
Wipe a nigga smile, off nuttin' funny
you motherfuckers, just how hungry you
Get when feet are touchin', kid, a nigga hungry
Wipe them guns off, get money, money
Wipe a nigga smile, off nuttin' funny
you motherfuckers, just how hungry you
Get when your feet are touchin', yeah, he one of