Luyện nghe bài hát One Love

What up kid? I know shit is doing your bid
the cops came you should of slid to my crib
Fuck it black, no time for looking back it's
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 too rough
He didn't listen he be riffin' while I'm him stuff
I was like yeah, shorty care, she a snake too
Fucking with the niggas from that fake crew that 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 young thugs that all carry 9's
At night time there's trife than ever
What up with Cormega, did you see 'em, are together?
If so then 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 came to shove
One what? one

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

Sometimes I sit with a Buddha sack
Mind's in another world thinking how can we exist the facts
in school text books, bibles, etcetera
Fuck a school lecture, the get me vexed-er
So I be ghost my projects
I my pen and pad for the week and hittin' nails while I'm sleeping
A two day stay, you may say I need the time
To relax my dome, no phone, left the 9 at
You see the streets have me something terrible
with the corners have a nigga up in belle vue
Or h.d.m., hit with from 8 to 10
A future in a maximum 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, his eyes like 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 he passed it, this little bastard
me blasted he starts talking mad shit
I had to school him, told him let niggas fool him
'cause when the pistol blows a shot when a murder be the cool one
Tough luck when niggas are struck, families up
Could've caught man, but didn't look when you bucked up
happen, so take heed never bust up
If the crowd catch him solo, make the right man
Shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he so foul
Only twelve trying to tell me he liked my style
I rose, wiping the blunts ash from my clothes
Then only the bolder herb smoke 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
of wisdom from nas try to rise up above
Keep an eye out for shorty what
One