Luyện nghe bài hát One Of Ours

(featuring Jadakiss)

You know, situation like
Sometimes you know you give back to the community
Gotta show these motherfuckers how to wipe them off y'know?
Teach 'em a somethin

Pick you up, off your like a forklift, but instead it's the four-fifth
Ragu red, brain leakin them sauces
Like an, leavin 'em nauseous, when I aim at your bosses
Put a pep in bop that you walk with
my tec spittin at reinforcements
I could be a victim, but the streets I endorsed it
Spittin that real, y'all just cough it
Like fluids in my lungs, motherfucker I'm sick
You turn them hoes off, I put 'em on so they on
You talk game grammar school, mines
Dem fools ain't killin nuttin in the club, all bent
My intent is to sober that ass up, 'em all drenched
See what a few cups of can offset
Got a little paper, I ain't stressin, they all
sellin records, they come at me for more press
When they realize it's real dudes out coppin more vests
learn how to

[Chorus: 2X]
Wipe, them guns off, get that money
Wipe, a nigga smile, off ain't funny
Show, you motherfuckers, just how you
get, when feet are touchin (kid a nigga hungry / yeah, he one of ours) *

* changes repeat

P gunna, stay a come up
out them hammers at light speed, it a hot summer
in New York, New York - a.k.a. Zero
The Big Apple, with the worms in the (eww)
The White Castle, the State
The home of that Magazine new face
of the world, I'll show you where I come from
by how the stack, and how I make a gun bust
But look that, and listen how a killer be
Imagine the concert, they dancin on they
Shorty mad gettin stained, she damn near about to
She saw a grimy dirty nigga like, P
With mad diamonds in his chain, she hard not to blink
Don't wanna miss a thing, the that we sing
Mad in his chain, she tryin hard not to blink
Don't miss a thing, the song that we sing
BANG!

My they can't stop us
we got our hands on the AR's, the S, and the fresh choppers
All of them is filled to the top with the poppers
We can get it on with Best Coppers
Soon as the lead pop you, whoever make it
to the or wake can catch you on Ted Koppel
I'm a thumper, you just a gay nigga
a rainbow sticker on your rear bumper
They say is short, death is longer
That makes it harder to express my hunger
And I don't wanna y'all, I'm a zone of my own
Sorta like Tom Hanks to that volleyball
A "Cast Away," I'll away
Fuck if you broke tomorrow, get today
And though it's hard, niggaz is on they job
It's the Ryders and the Mobb, before my niggaz starve