Luyện nghe bài hát One Of Us

You could die out here
Mess and die before twenty one out here
Mamas stressing, seen them
In the dresser, she not questions
She the vests and seen other kids in the casket resting
Weed so they got surround sound
Smoking good shit 'cause they take me back to some hood shit
Any club, any fly
If start shooting all they remember is Nas was there
Some homies of yours bangin' affiliation on personal time
with business can hurt down the line
It's something you ain't have nothing to do with
Your man conversation end up you hit
Learn how to draw the line from when we with the shooters
Strippers, dealers and killers, and opportunists
Where I come from it's ruthless, air you out from the
Tutored by movers, put holes through ya'
You get that from me yo, you'd overlook me
Looking like I get to that money and stay in some pussy
Got a pretty dope life
Fly nigga from the other
Hecklers, PKs, nines and four-fives, seven point six
Deer-hunting shells, life is hell
Pussy sweeter wine tasting
But we won't ourselves
Be our own prosecutor, won't five-to-life ourselves
We bout moolah, rich shooters

You getting money, got a body you one of us

You getting money, got a then you one of us

Calculating, touching money, niggas masturbating
Tailored clothes, fashion magazines, fascinated
Double-M umbrella, the feds call it tax
Hit a million, they conspire to the rats at you
Cha-cha-cha-cha, slide, me on that other side
Foreign cars, private jets, high of homicide
Marc Jacobs chocolate diamonds, for my white bitch
Atheist, but her pussy be so righteous
Follow the rules, never let a man your jewels
And if he do, back make sure he make the news
It ain't arrest, they ain't a pussy til it's time to
You gettin' money, got a body you one of us

You gettin' money, got a body you one of us

You money, got a body then you one of us

Dice game, crackers, time to get it back
Only one in the studio could get a pack
Raw deal, rob a like it's on my appeal
Closest friends do us best, how I feel
to the line and got 'em bitches on the same day
Straight to the jeweler, and did the the same way
Young sav on face time, cake time
Next crib I build got to cross lines
Niggas hate how I my heart on my sleeve
And half the team, got the choppers with the slings
It ain't a rust, in the trap til you a hundred up
You gettin' money, got a body you one of us

You gettin' money, got a body you one of us
You gettin' money, got a body you one of us

(You gettin' money, got a then you one of us)