Luyện nghe bài hát Only One Way Up

Uh Jones, uh

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

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

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

And I the fellin' so relaxed and when chillin'
A total change from movin' crack off the of the building's
wit gangs in the back of the jects where the killin'
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 shorty bounce,
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce,

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

I went the pot with cocoa to the block with cocoa
To gettin' locked, a charge dealin' wit the cops with cocoa
Now I'm hot like cocoa
You can catch me on the block, being watched, in a
The color as chocolate cocoa

I don't in the street, with so much raw in my sneaks
God dam, got and had corns on my feet
I see the Lord when I sleep and He speaks
He says Juelz you better than all of creeps

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

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

Chunky blessed on the chest, funky S I dress
Thunder storm damn, monkey her fresh
But I cope wit the rain, mad I can't with my dame
Down to the wit Caine, Maine, my boat is a plane

I land on the water, here I go again
I toast, give a toast, inhale smoke for the pain
Girls wild, nope, they goin' insane
All doped off the fame, jump rope my chain

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

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

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

In a Persian turban, swervin', that suburban
Curvin', herb in the air, yeah, yeah I'm hurtin'
See I and cop it, mash and mop it, blast a rocket
born hustler, yeah crack I stocked it

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