Luyện nghe bài hát One Love

What up kid? I know shit is rough your bid
When the cops came you should of slid to my
it black, no time for looking back it's done
Plus you know you got a son
I heard he looks like you, why don't your write you?
Told her she should visit, that's when she got
Flip it, talk about he too rough
He listen he be riffin' while I'm telling him stuff
I was like yeah, don't care, she a snake too
Fucking with the niggas from that fake that hate you
But yo, guess who got shot in the
Jerome s niece, on her way from joes beaches club
little rob is selling drugs all the time
Hanging out with young that all carry 9's
At night time there's more than ever
What up with Cormega, did you see 'em, are together?
If so then hold the fort, now I represent to the
Say whats up to herb, ice and
I left a half a in your commissary
You was my nigga when push came to
One one love

born, you'll be out soon, stay strong
Out in new york the same is going on
The crack-heads stalking, is talking
Hold, check out the story yesterday when I was
The you shot last year tried to appear like he hurtin' something
to mother, I heard him fronting
And he be pumping on your
Your man 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 heard you blew a nigga the ? for a phone piece
Whylin' on the but now with ?
Better 'cause them niggasz will put that ass on fire
Last you wrote you said they tried you in the showers
I maintain when you come home the ours
On the reels, all these crab niggaz know the
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 whylin' in four Maine he me
He might beat his case, 'til he home I play it low key
So stay civilized, flies
Though incarcerated your (dies)
I it when your mum cries
It kinda wants to make me murder, for
I've even got a mask and gloves to slugs
For one

Sometimes I sit with a Buddha sack
Mind's in another world thinking how can we exist through the
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 the time alone
To relax my dome, no phone, left the 9 at
You see the streets have me stressed terrible
Fucking with the have a nigga up in belle vue
Or h.d.m., hit with from 8 to 10
A in a maximum state pen is grim
So I comes home, nobody's helping shorty
Do I roll them two together and the friends we call them oowops
He nas, niggaz cold be bustin' off the roof
So I a bullet proof and pack a black tres-deuce
He inhailed so deep, shut his eyes like he was
Started coughing I peeked to watch me speak
I sat like the mack, my army suit was black
We was chillin' on these bitches where he pumped his loose
I took an l when he it, this little bastard
Keeps me he starts talking mad shit
I had to school him, him don't let niggas fool him
when the pistol blows a shot that's when a murder be the cool one
Tough luck when niggas are struck, families up
Could've caught your man, but didn't look when you up
Mistakes happen, so take never bust up
If the crowd catch him solo, the right man bleed
Shorty's laugh was cold 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 the bolder herb smoke through my nose
And told my man that I'm a go cyprose
There's jewels in the skull that he can sell if he chose
Words of wisdom from nas try to rise up
Keep an eye out for shorty what
One