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 these motherfuckers how to wipe them thangs off y'know?
Teach 'em a little

Pick you up, off your feet like a forklift, but instead it's the
Ragu red, your brain them sauces
an, autopsy leavin 'em nauseous, when I aim at your bosses
Put a pep in that bop that you with
my tec spittin' at reinforcements
I could never be a victim but the streets I it
Spittin' that real, y'all cowards cough it
Like in my lungs, motherfucker, I'm more sick

You turn them off, I put 'em on so they on this
You talk game grammar school, metamorphic
Dem fools ain't killin' nuttin' in the club, all bent
My intent is to sober 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 records, they come at me for more press
When they realize it's real them dudes out coppin' more
Better how to

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

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

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

Wipe them guns off, get money, money
Wipe a nigga smile, off ain't funny
Show you motherfuckers, just how you
Get your feet are touchin', kid, a nigga hungry
Wipe guns off, get that 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

My niggaz, they stop us
we got our hands on the AR's, the S, and the fresh choppers
All of them is filled to the top with the vest
We can get it on with America's coppers
Soon as the lead pop you, whoever don't it
To the or wake can catch you on Ted Koppel
I'm a rare thumper, you a gay nigga
With a rainbow on your rear bumper

They say life is short, death is
That makes it even harder to express my
And I don't wanna y'all, I'm a zone of my own
Sorta like Tom Hanks to that volleyball
A 'Cast Away', blast away
Fuck, if you broke tomorrow, get today
And even though hard, niggaz is on they job
It's the Ryders and the Mobb, before my niggaz starve

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