Luyện nghe bài hát One Love Remix

Verse

what up kid? i know shit is rough your bid
the cops came you shoulda slid to my crib
fuck it black, no time for looking back done
congratulations you know you got a son
i heard he looks you, why don't your lady write you?
told her she should visit, when she got hyper
flip it, talk about he acts too
he didn't he be riffin' while i'm telling him stuff
i was like yeah, shorty don't care, she a too
fucking with the niggaz that fake crew that hate you
but yo, guess who got shot in the
jeromes niece, on her way home from joes club
plus little rob is selling drugs all the
hanging out with young thugs that all 9's
at night time there's more than ever
Whattup 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 left a half a in your commisary
You was my nigga push came to shove
One what? one

Two:

dear born, you'll be out soon, stay
out in new york the shit is going on
the stalking, loud-mouths is talking
hold, check out the story when i was walking
the nigga you shot last year tried to appear like he hurtin'
word to mother, i heard him
and he be pumping on your
your man gave him glock
and now they run together, up son, whatever
since i'm on the 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 [???]
chill 'cos them niggaz will put that ass on fire
last time you wrote you said tried you in the showers
i maintain you come home the corner's ours
on the reels, all crab niggaz know the deal
when we start the all they probably do is squeal
but chill, see you on the v i
i gave your mom dukes loot for
[???] flicks
your buck whylin' in four maine he wrote me
he might his case, 'til he come home i play it low key
so stay civilised, time
though incarcerated your [dies]
i hate it your mum cries
it kinda wants to make me murder, for
i've got a mask and gloves to bust slugs
for one

Three:

sometimes i sit back with a sack
mind's in 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 ghost from my
i take my pen and pad for the week and hittin' nails i'm sleeping
a two day stay, you may say i the time alone
to my dome, no phone, left the 9 at home
you see the streets me stressed something terrible
fucking with the corners have a nigga up in vue
or h.d.m., hit numbers from 8 to 10
a future in a maximum state pen is
so i comes home, nobody's helping shorty
do i roll them two together and the friends we call them oowops
he said nas, cold be bustin' off the roof
so i wear a bullet and pack a black tres-deuce
he inhailed so deep, shut his eyes he was sleep
started coughing i peeked to watch me speak
i sat back like the mack, my suit was black
we was chillin' on bitches where he pumped his loose cracks
i took an l when he it, this little bastard
keeps me he starts talking mad shit
i had to him, told him don't let niggaz fool him
'cos when the pistol blows a shot when a murder be the cool one
tough when niggaz are struck, families fucked up
could've cought your man, but didn't look when you up
mistakes happen, so take heed never up
if the catch him solo, make the right man bleed
shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he so foul
only twelve trying to tell me that he liked my
then i rose, wiping the blunts ash from my
froze only the bolder herb smoke through my nose
and told my man that i'm a go cyprose
there's some in the skull that he can sell if he chose
words of wisdom from nas try to up above
keep an eye out for shorty what
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