Luyện nghe bài hát One Of Ours Part II

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

One more time,

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

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

You turn them hoes off, I put 'em on so on this
You talk game grammar school, mines
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 of liquor can offset
Got a little paper, I ain't stressin', all press
Ain't sellin' records, they come at me for press
they realize it's real them dudes out coppin' more vests
Better how to

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

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

But look past that and how a killer be
Imagine the concert, they on they 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 song that we
Mad diamonds in his chain, she tryin' not to blink
Don't wanna miss a thing, the song that we sing,

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

My niggaz, 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 vest
We can get it on America's best coppers
Soon as the lead pop you, whoever make it
To the funeral or can catch you on Ted Koppel
I'm a rare thumper, you just a gay
With a rainbow sticker on your rear

They say life is short, death is
That makes it harder to express my hunger
And I wanna polly y'all, I'm a zone of my own
like Tom Hanks talkin' to that volleyball
A Away', I'll blast away
Fuck, if you broke tomorrow, get cash
And even though it's hard, niggaz is on job
It's the and the Mobb, before my niggaz starve we'll

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