Luyện nghe bài hát One Of Ours Part II

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

One time, Nigga

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

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

You turn hoes off, I put 'em on so they on this
You game grammar school, mines metamorphic
Dem fools ain't killin' nuttin' in the club, they all
My intent is to sober that ass up, 'em all drenched
See what a few cups of can offset
Got a little paper, I ain't stressin', they all
Ain't records, they come at me for more press
When realize it's real them dudes out coppin' more vests
learn how to

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

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

But look past and listen how a killer be
Imagine the concert, they dancin' on they
Shorty mad gettin' stained, she 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 miss a thing, the song that we sing
Mad diamonds in his chain, she hard not to blink
Don't wanna miss a thing, the that we sing, bang

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

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 poppers
We can get it on with America's coppers
as the lead pop you, whoever don't make it
To the funeral or wake can catch you on Ted
I'm a rare thumper, you just a gay
With a rainbow on your rear bumper

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

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