Luyện nghe bài hát One Love Remix

Verse

what up kid? i know shit is doing your bid
when the cops came you shoulda to my crib
fuck it black, no time for looking back it's
plus you know you got a son
i heard he looks like you, why don't lady write you?
her she should visit, that's when she got hyper
flip it, talk he acts too rough
he didn't listen he be riffin' while i'm him stuff
i was yeah, shorty don't care, she a snake too
fucking the niggaz from that fake crew that hate you
but yo, guess who got in the dome-piece?
jeromes niece, on her way home from beaches club
plus little rob is selling all the time
hanging out with young that all carry 9's
at night time there's more trife ever
Whattup with Cormega, did you see 'em, are y'all
if so then hold the fort, now i represent to the
say whassup to herb, ice and
I left a half a hundred in commisary
You was my nigga when push came to
One what? one

Verse

born, you'll be out soon, stay strong
out in new york the shit is going on
the crack-heads stalking, loud-mouths is
hold, check out the story when i was walking
the nigga you last year tried to appear like he hurtin' something
word to mother, i heard him
and he be pumping on block
man gave him your glock
and now they run together, what up son,
i'm on the streets i'm a put it to a cease
when i you blew a nigga with the [???] for a phone piece
on the island but now with [???]
better chill 'cos them niggaz will put ass on fire
time you wrote you said they tried you in the showers
i maintain when you home the corner's ours
on the reels, all these crab niggaz the deal
when we start the revolution all probably do is squeal
but chill, see you on the v i
i gave your mom loot for kicks
plus [???]
your brother's buck in four maine he wrote me
he beat his case, 'til he come home i play it low key
so stay civilised, flies
though incarcerated mind [dies]
i it when your mum cries
it kinda wants to make me murder, for
i've even got a mask and to bust slugs
for one

Three:

sometimes i sit back with a budda
mind's in another world thinking how can we exist the facts
written in text books, bibles, etcetera
fuck a school lecture, the lies get me
so i be ghost my projects
i take my pen and pad for the week and hittin' while i'm sleeping
a two day stay, you may say i need the time
to relax my dome, no phone, the 9 at home
you see the streets have me something terrible
fucking with the corners a nigga up in belle vue
or h.d.m., hit numbers from 8 to 10
a future in a maximum pen is grim
so i back home, nobody's helping shorty
do i roll them two phillies and the friends we call them oowops
he said nas, niggaz be bustin' off the roof
so i wear a proof and pack a black tres-deuce
he inhailed so deep, shut his eyes he was sleep
started coughing when i peeked to me speak
i sat back like the mack, my army suit was
we was chillin' on bitches where he pumped his loose cracks
i took an l when he passed it, this little
keeps me he starts talking mad shit
i had to school him, told him don't let niggaz him
'cos the pistol blows a shot that's when a murder be the cool one
tough luck when are struck, families fucked up
could've your man, but didn't look when you bucked up
mistakes happen, so take heed never up
if the crowd catch him solo, make the right man
laugh was cold blooded as he spoke so foul
only twelve trying to tell me he liked my style
then i rose, the blunts ash from my clothes
then froze only the bolder herb through my nose
and told my little man that i'm a go
there's some jewels in the skull that he can if he chose
words of wisdom from nas try to rise up
keep an eye out for shorty what
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