Luyện nghe bài hát One Love

What up kid? I know shit is doing your bid
When the cops came you should of slid to my
Fuck it black, no time for looking back done
Plus you know 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, shorty don't care, she a too
Fucking the niggas from that fake crew that hate you
But yo, guess who got shot in the
Jerome s niece, on her way home from joes club
Plus little rob is selling all the time
Hanging out young thugs that all carry 9's
At time there's more trife than ever
up with Cormega, did you see 'em, are y'all together?
If so hold the fort, now I represent to the fullest
Say whats up to herb, ice and
I left a half a hundred in commissary
You was my nigga when push came to
One what? one

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

Sometimes I sit back with a sack
Mind's in another world thinking how can we exist the facts
Written in school books, bibles, etcetera
Fuck a school lecture, the lies get me
So I be from 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 the time alone
To relax my dome, no phone, the 9 at home
You see the have me stressed something terrible
Fucking with the corners a nigga up in belle vue
Or h.d.m., hit with from 8 to 10
A future in a state pen is grim
So I comes back home, nobody's shorty
Do I roll them two phillies and the friends we call them oowops
He nas, niggaz cold be bustin' off the roof
So I wear a bullet proof and pack a tres-deuce
He inhailed so deep, shut his eyes like he was
Started coughing when I peeked to me speak
I sat like the mack, my army suit was black
We was chillin' on these where he pumped his loose cracks
I took an l he passed it, this little bastard
Keeps me blasted he starts mad shit
I had to school him, told him don't let niggas him
'cause when the pistol blows a shot that's a murder be the cool one
Tough luck when niggas are struck, 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 man bleed
laugh was cold blooded as he spoke so foul
Only twelve trying to tell me that he my style
Then I rose, wiping the blunts ash from my
Then froze only the bolder smoke through my nose
And my little man that I'm a go cyprose
There's some jewels in the skull he can sell if he chose
Words of wisdom from nas try to up above
Keep an eye out for jake what
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