Luyện nghe bài hát One Of Ours Part II

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

One more time,

You know, situation like
you know you gotta give back to the community
Gotta show these motherfuckers how to wipe them 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 brain leakin' them
Like an, autopsy leavin 'em nauseous, when I aim at bosses
Put a pep in that bop that you walk
When my tec at reinforcements
I could be a victim but the streets I endorsed it
Spittin' that real, cowards just cough it
Like in my lungs, motherfucker, I'm more sick

You turn them hoes off, I put 'em on so they on
You talk game grammar school, metamorphic
Dem fools ain't killin' in the club, they all bent
My intent is to sober that ass up, 'em all drenched
See a few cups of liquor can offset
Got a little paper, I stressin', they all press
sellin' records, they come at me for more press
When they realize it's real them dudes out coppin' vests
learn 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 are touchin', kid, a nigga hungry
Wipe them guns off, get money, money
Wipe a nigga smile, off nuttin' funny
Show you motherfuckers, how hungry you
Get when your feet are touchin', yeah, he one of

P gunna, stay a come up out them
Hammers at light speed, it a hot summer
In New York, New York, A.K.A., Zero
The Big Apple, with the in the middle
The White Castle, the State
The of that Time magazine new face
Metropolis of the world, I'll show you 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 they
Shorty mad gettin' stained, she damn near about to
She never saw a grimy, dirty like P
With mad diamonds in his chain, she tryin' not to blink
Don't wanna miss a thing, the that we sing
Mad in his chain, she tryin' hard not to blink
wanna miss a thing, the song that we sing, bang

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

My niggaz, can't stop us
we got our hands on the AR's, the S, and the fresh choppers
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 rare thumper, you just a gay
With a rainbow sticker on your bumper

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

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