Luyện nghe bài hát One Of Ours Part II

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

One more time,

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

Pick you up, off your feet like a forklift, but instead it's the
Ragu red, your leakin' them sauces
Like an, autopsy leavin 'em nauseous, when I aim at 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
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 game grammar school, mines metamorphic
Dem fools ain't nuttin' in the club, they all bent
My intent is to sober that ass up, leave 'em all
See what a few of liquor can offset
Got a paper, I ain't stressin', they all press
Ain't sellin' records, they come at me for more
When they realize it's real them dudes out coppin' vests
Better how to

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

P gunna, shots stay a up out them
Hammers at light speed, 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 Time magazine new face
of the world, I'll show you where I come from
By how the cash stack and how I make a gun

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

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

My niggaz, can't 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 best
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 just a gay
With a rainbow sticker on rear bumper

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

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