Luyện nghe bài hát One Love Remix

Verse

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

Verse

dear born, you'll be out soon, strong
out in new york the shit is going on
the crack-heads stalking, is talking
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 your
your man gave him your
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 a nigga with the [???] for a phone piece
whylin' on the island but now with
better chill 'cos niggaz will put that ass on fire
last time you wrote you said tried you in the showers
i maintain when you home the corner's ours
on the reels, all crab niggaz know 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
[???] flicks
your buck whylin' in four maine he wrote me
he might beat his case, 'til he home i play it low key
so stay civilised, time
though incarcerated your mind
i hate it when your mum
it kinda wants to me murder, for real-a
i've even got a mask and gloves to slugs
for one

Verse

sometimes i sit back with a budda
mind's in another thinking how can we exist through the facts
written in school books, bibles, etcetera
fuck a lecture, the lies get me vexed-er
so i be ghost my projects
i take my pen and pad for the week and hittin' nails 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 stressed terrible
with the corners have a nigga up in belle vue
or h.d.m., hit with numbers 8 to 10
a in a maximum state pen is grim
so i comes back home, helping shorty
do i roll two phillies together and the friends we call them oowops
he said nas, 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 back like the mack, my army was black
we was chillin' on these bitches he pumped his loose 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 don't let niggaz him
'cos when the pistol blows a shot that's a murder be the cool one
tough luck niggaz are struck, families fucked up
could've cought man, but didn't look when you bucked up
happen, so take 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 twelve trying to tell me that he my style
then i rose, wiping the ash from my clothes
then only the bolder herb 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 rise up
keep an eye out for jake shorty
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