Luyện nghe bài hát Only One Way Up

Uh Jones, uh

Now we set presidents, to get them presidents
Over the ones that are dead, put guns to your head
Put dots on loaf like you was wonder the bread
Sheek, Zeke, hell rell and I got in the feds

I contradict what ever the government
For them boys on my back wit them by my bed
They still thinkin' we coppin' sellin raw
Tryin' to put us through Rico and them Rockefeller' laws

I'm in L.A. the top down the pedals
Wit a hot stiletto whore, suck my cock the law
And for you fagots I see past all cheap stares
Nowadays I see my from a beach chair, yeah

And I the so relaxed and refreshin' when chillin'
A change from movin' crack off the steps of the building's
Rollin' wit gangs in the back of the jects where the
In Park Ave young Chris body found
A number is all to add to task count
Watch it boy they'll show you how that bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce,

I'm the most incredible, to do what you cats'll never do, or be able to
I'm ahead of you, 'cause I like I never ate
And if I did then I'm never full
Stop the hoe jokes, I'm not a homo, better believe cock the 4-4
I Mexican, but I'll stretch your man, yes I am a fuckin' vato loco

I went from the pot with to the block with cocoa
To locked, catchin' a charge dealin' wit the cops with cocoa
Now I'm just hot cocoa
You can catch me on the block, watched, in a drop
The same color as chocolate

I walked in the street, with so much raw in my sneaks
God dam, got home and had on my feet
I see the Lord when I sleep and He speaks
He says Juelz you better than all of these

So I got all my shit light, got on my right
Not a lot of thems this nice, but the games funny so I do shit right
So to the drop and the world blow up, I'm a twirl shit up
my peeps come home, Zeke come home
Better I'm a keep on beastin' on

Where should I our pompous, a thousand wins accomplished
Known throughout the atlas, been accomplished
be abolished, men, women, children astonished
The don is the one, jewelry way it

blessed on the chest, funky S when I dress
Thunder storm damn, monkey wrenching' her
But I wit the rain, mad I can't float with my dame
Down to the coastal wit Caine, Maine, my is a plane

I on the water, here I go boastin' again
I keep toast, a toast, inhale smoke for the pain
Girls gone wild, nope, they insane
All off the fame, jump rope with my chain

Now thats off the chain, ma take off your
I'm 40 will off your brain, kids be lost and claimed
'Cause of Walton James, now in the game
Whether adoption or it's all the same

Jim's the rider of riders, J R's the writer of
you know him well, hell he the fire of fire
I'm the supplier, baffled the hustler
Trifle got a knife for that apple inside jugular

The big apple, I tackle all the
Put it on the apple at the castle, come and with us
And further more, got the of raw, I deserve a tour
Hey, hey holla' back, that, thats murda' whore

In a turban, swervin', that suburban mergein'
Curvin', herb in the air, yeah, I'm hurtin' y'all
See I crash and cop it, and mop it, blast a rocket
Natural born hustler, yeah I stocked it

Now my drugs are legal, so just the profit
Three months alone will smash the notic
We them B boys in one year a billion
come the clothin' line, I got your order children
And thats more illin', long as the Lord is willin'
I'm a in millions, so applaud a villain, killa