Luyện nghe bài hát One Love

What up I know shit is rough doing your bid
When the came you should of slid to my crib
Fuck it black, no time for looking back done
Plus congratulations you you got a son
I he looks like you, why don't your lady write you?
Told her she should visit, that's she got hyper
Flip it, talk about he acts too
He listen he be riffin' while I'm telling him stuff
I was like yeah, don't care, she a snake too
with the niggas from that fake crew that hate you
But yo, who got shot in the dome-piece?
Jerome s niece, on her way from joes beaches club
Plus little rob is selling all the time
Hanging out with young thugs that all 9's
At night time more trife than ever
What up with Cormega, did you see 'em, are y'all
If so then hold the fort, now I to the fullest
Say up to herb, ice and bullet
I left a half a hundred in your
You was my nigga when push came to
One what? one

born, you'll be out soon, stay strong
Out in new york the same shit is on
The stalking, loud-mouths is talking
Hold, check out the story yesterday I was walking
The nigga you shot last year to appear like he hurtin' something
to mother, I heard him fronting
And he be on your block
Your man gave him glock
And now run together, what up son, whatever
Since I'm on the streets I'm a put it to a
When I heard you blew a nigga with the ? for a phone
Whylin' on the island but now ?
Better chill 'cause them will put that ass on fire
Last time you wrote you said they tried you in the
I maintain when you home the corner's ours
On the reels, all crab niggaz know the deal
When we start the all they probably do is squeal
But chill, see you on the v I
I gave your mom loot for kicks
Plus ?
Your brother's buck whylin' in four he wrote me
He might beat his case, 'til he come home I it low key
So civilized, time flies
Though your mind (dies)
I hate it your mum cries
It kinda to make me murder, for real-a
even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs
For one

Sometimes I sit back with a Buddha
Mind's in another world thinking how can we exist the facts
in school text books, bibles, etcetera
Fuck a school lecture, the lies get me
So I be ghost from my
I take my pen and pad for the week and nails while I'm sleeping
A two day stay, you may say I the time alone
To relax my dome, no phone, left the 9 at
You see the have me stressed something terrible
with the corners have a nigga up in belle vue
Or h.d.m., hit with numbers 8 to 10
A future in a state pen is grim
So I comes back home, nobody's helping
Do I roll them two phillies together and the friends we call oowops
He said nas, cold be bustin' off the roof
So I wear a bullet proof and a black tres-deuce
He inhailed so deep, shut his like he was sleep
Started coughing I peeked to watch me speak
I sat back like the mack, my army suit was
We was chillin' on these bitches he pumped his loose cracks
I took an l when he it, this little bastard
Keeps me blasted he starts talking mad
I had to school him, told him let niggas fool him
'cause when the pistol blows a shot that's when a be the cool one
luck when niggas are struck, families fucked up
Could've caught your man, but didn't look when you up
Mistakes happen, so heed never bust up
If the catch him solo, make the right man bleed
Shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he so foul
Only twelve trying to tell me he liked my style
Then I rose, wiping the blunts ash from my
Then froze only the bolder smoke through my nose
And told my man that I'm a go cyprose
There's some jewels in the skull that he can if he chose
of wisdom from nas try to rise up above
Keep an eye out for jake shorty
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