Luyện nghe bài hát One Love (LG Main Mix)

What up I know shit is rough doing your bid
When the came you should of slid to my crib
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 lady write
Told her she should visit, that's she got hyper
Flip it, about he acts too rough
He didn't listen he be riffin' I'm telling him stuff
I was like yeah, don't care, she a snake too
Fucking with the niggas from that fake crew hate you
But yo, guess who got shot in the
Jerome s niece, on her way home from joes beaches
Plus little rob is selling drugs all the
Hanging out with young that all carry 9's
At night time there's more trife than
What up with Cormega, did you see 'em, are y'all
If so then the fort, now I represent to the fullest
Say whats up to herb, ice and
I left a half a in your 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 story yesterday when I was
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 him your glock
And now run together, what 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 piece
Whylin' on the island but now ?
Better chill 'cause them niggasz will put ass on fire
Last time you wrote you said tried you in the showers
I maintain when you come home the ours
On the reels, all these crab niggaz know the
we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal
But chill, see you on the v I
I gave your mom dukes for kicks
Plus ?
Your brother's buck in four Maine he wrote me
He might beat his case, he come home I play it low key
So stay civilized, time
Though your mind (dies)
I hate it when your mum
It wants to make me murder, for real-a
I've even got a and gloves to bust slugs
For one

Sometimes I sit with a Buddha sack
in another world thinking how can we exist through the facts
Written in text books, bibles, etcetera
Fuck a lecture, the lies get me vexed-er
So I be from my projects
I take my pen and pad for the week and hittin' nails while I'm
A two day stay, you may say I need the alone
To my dome, no phone, left 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 numbers 8 to 10
A future in a maximum pen is grim
So I comes back home, nobody's helping
Do I roll them two phillies and the friends we call them oowops
He said nas, niggaz cold be off the roof
So I wear a proof and pack a black tres-deuce
He inhailed so deep, shut his like he was sleep
Started when I peeked to watch me speak
I sat back like the mack, my army was black
We was chillin' on these bitches where he pumped his cracks
I took an l when he passed it, this little
Keeps me blasted he starts mad shit
I had to school him, told him let niggas fool him
'cause when the pistol blows a shot that's when a murder be the one
Tough luck when niggas are struck, families up
caught your man, but didn't look when you bucked 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 spoke so
Only trying to tell me that he liked my style
Then I rose, wiping the blunts ash from my
Then only the bolder herb smoke through my nose
And told my little man 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 shorty
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