Luyện nghe bài hát One Of Ours Part II

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

One more time,

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

Pick you up, off your feet like a forklift, but it's the four-fifth
Ragu red, your leakin' them sauces
Like an, autopsy leavin 'em nauseous, when I aim at bosses
Put a pep in bop that you walk with
my tec spittin' at reinforcements
I could be a victim but the streets I endorsed it
that real, y'all cowards just cough it
Like fluids in my lungs, motherfucker, I'm more

You turn them hoes off, I put 'em on so on this
You talk game grammar school, mines
Dem fools ain't killin' in the club, they all bent
My is to sober that ass up, leave 'em all drenched
See what a few cups of liquor can
Got a little paper, I 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 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
a nigga smile, off ain't nuttin' funny
Show you motherfuckers, just how you
Get when your feet are touchin', yeah, he one of

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

But look past and listen how a killer be
Imagine the concert, they dancin' on they
Shorty mad gettin' stained, she damn about to faint
She saw a grimy, dirty nigga like P
With mad diamonds in his chain, she tryin' not to blink
Don't wanna miss a thing, the song we sing
Mad diamonds in his chain, she tryin' hard not to
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, how hungry you
Get your feet are touchin', kid, a nigga hungry
Wipe guns off, get that money, money
Wipe a nigga smile, off ain't 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 is filled to the top with the vest poppers
We can get it on America's best coppers
as the lead pop you, whoever don't make it
To the funeral or wake can you on Ted Koppel
I'm a thumper, you just a gay nigga
a rainbow sticker on your rear bumper

They say life is short, is longer
makes it even harder to express my hunger
And I don't wanna polly y'all, I'm a of my own
Sorta like Tom talkin' to that volleyball
A 'Cast Away', blast away
Fuck, if you broke tomorrow, get cash
And even it's hard, niggaz is on they 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, how hungry you
Get when your are touchin', kid, a nigga hungry
them guns off, get that money, money
Wipe a nigga smile, off ain't funny
Show you motherfuckers, just how you
Get your feet are touchin', yeah, he one of ours