Luyện nghe bài hát One Love Remix

Verse

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

Verse

dear born, be out soon, stay strong
out in new the same shit is going on
the stalking, loud-mouths is talking
hold, check out the story when i was walking
the nigga you shot last tried to appear like he hurtin' something
to mother, i heard him fronting
and he be on your block
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
when i heard you a nigga with the [???] for a phone piece
on the island but now with [???]
better chill 'cos niggaz will put that ass on fire
last time you wrote you said they you in the showers
i when you come home the corner's ours
on the reels, all these crab niggaz the deal
when we start the revolution all they do is squeal
but chill, see you on the v i
i gave your mom dukes loot for
plus flicks
your brother's buck whylin' in four he wrote me
he might his case, 'til he come home i play it low key
so civilised, time flies
though incarcerated your mind
i hate it your mum cries
it wants to make me murder, for real-a
i've even got a and gloves to bust slugs
for one

Three:

sometimes i sit back a budda sack
mind's in another thinking how can we exist through the facts
written in text books, bibles, etcetera
fuck a school lecture, the 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 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 state pen is
so i comes back home, nobody's shorty
do i roll them two phillies together and the we call them oowops
he said nas, niggaz cold be off the roof
so i wear a bullet and pack a black tres-deuce
he inhailed so deep, shut his like he was sleep
coughing when i peeked to watch me speak
i sat back like the mack, my army suit was
we was chillin' on bitches where 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
luck when niggaz are struck, families fucked up
could've cought your man, but look when you bucked up
mistakes happen, so heed 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
i rose, wiping the blunts ash from my clothes
then froze only the herb smoke through my nose
and told my little man that i'm a go
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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