Luyện nghe bài hát One Love Remix

Verse

what up i know shit is rough doing your bid
when the cops came you shoulda slid to my
fuck it black, no for looking back it's done
congratulations you know 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 while i'm telling him stuff
i was like yeah, shorty care, she a snake too
fucking the niggaz from that fake crew that hate you
but yo, guess who got shot in the
jeromes niece, on her way home joes beaches club
plus little rob is selling drugs all the
hanging out with young that all carry 9's
at time there's more trife than ever
Whattup with Cormega, did you see 'em, are y'all
if so hold the fort, now i represent to the fullest
say to herb, ice and bullet
I left a half a hundred in your
You was my nigga when push came to
One one love

Two:

dear born, you'll be out soon, stay
out in new york the same shit is on
the crack-heads stalking, is talking
hold, check out the story yesterday i was walking
the nigga you shot last year tried to like he hurtin' something
to mother, i heard him fronting
and he be pumping on your
your man gave him your
and now they run together, up son, whatever
since i'm on the streets i'm a put it to a
i heard you blew a nigga with the [???] for a phone piece
whylin' on the but now with [???]
better 'cos them niggaz will put that ass on fire
last you wrote you said they 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 dukes for kicks
[???] flicks
your brother's buck whylin' in four he wrote me
he might beat his case, 'til he come home i it low key
so stay civilised, flies
though incarcerated your [dies]
i it when your mum cries
it kinda wants to me murder, for real-a
i've even got a mask and to bust slugs
for one

Three:

sometimes i sit with a budda sack
mind's in another thinking how can we exist through the facts
written in school text books, bibles,
a school 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 while i'm
a two day stay, you may say i the time alone
to relax my dome, no phone, left the 9 at
you see the have me stressed 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 state pen is grim
so i back 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 wear a bullet 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 like the mack, my army suit was black
we was chillin' on these bitches where he pumped his cracks
i took an l he passed it, this little bastard
keeps me he starts talking mad shit
i had to school him, told him don't let fool 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 your man, but didn't look when you bucked up
happen, so take heed never bust up
if the crowd catch him solo, the right man bleed
shorty's was cold blooded as he spoke so foul
only twelve trying to me that he liked my style
then i rose, wiping the blunts ash my clothes
then froze only the bolder herb through my nose
and told my little man 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 jake what
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