Luyện nghe bài hát Only One Way Up

Uh Jones, uh

Now we set them presidents, to get presidents
Over the ones are dead, we'll put guns to your head
Put dots on loaf like you was wonder the bread
Sheek, Zeke, rell and I got some in the feds

I what ever the government says
For them on my back wit them bugs by my bed
still thinkin' that we coppin' sellin raw
Tryin' to put us through Rico and them Rockefeller' laws

I'm in L.A. the top the pedals floored
Wit a hot stiletto whore, suck my tell the law
And for you I see past all your cheap stares
I see my past from a beach chair, yeah

And I the fellin' so relaxed and when chillin'
A total change from movin' off the steps of the building's
wit gangs in the back of the jects where the killin'
In Park Ave where young body found
A number is all to add to body count
Watch it boy they'll show you how that shorty bounce,
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce,

I'm the most incredible, to ever do you cats'll never do, or be able to
I'm ahead of you, I spit like I never ate
And if I did I'm just never full
Stop the hoe jokes, I'm not a homo, better believe cock the 4-4
I ain't Mexican, but I'll stretch your man, yes I am a fuckin' loco

I went from the pot with cocoa to the with cocoa
To locked, catchin' a charge dealin' wit the cops with cocoa
Now I'm hot like cocoa
You can catch me on the block, being watched, in a
The same color as cocoa

I don't in the street, with so much raw in my sneaks
God dam, got home and had on my feet
I see the Lord when I sleep and He speaks
He says you better than all of these creeps

So I got all my shit light, got on my right
Not a lot of this nice, but the games funny so I gotta do shit right
So to the ball drop and the world up, I'm a twirl shit up
Until my peeps come home, Zeke home
Better believe I'm a on beastin' on

Where should I began our pompous, a thousand wins
Known throughout the atlas, been accomplished
You'll be abolished, men, women, children
The don is the one, jewelry way it

Chunky on the chest, funky S when I dress
Thunder storm damn, monkey her fresh
But I wit the rain, mad I can't float with my dame
Down to the wit Caine, Maine, my boat is a plane

I land on the water, here I go boastin'
I keep toast, a toast, inhale smoke for the pain
Girls gone wild, nope, they goin'
All doped off the fame, jump with my chain

Now thats off the chain, ma take off your
I'm 40 off your brain, kids will be lost and claimed
'Cause of Walton James, now in the orphan
Whether adoption or it's all the same

the rider of riders, J R's the writer of writers
Juelz you know him well, hell he the fire of
I'm the supplier, baffled the hustler
Trifle got a for that apple inside your jugular

The big apple, I all the customers
Put it on the apple at the castle, come and with us
And further more, got the birds of raw, I deserve a
Hey, hey back, swallow that, thats murda' whore

In a Persian turban, swervin', that mergein'
Curvin', herb in the air, yeah, yeah I'm hurtin'
See I crash and cop it, and mop it, blast a rocket
born hustler, yeah crack I stocked it

Now my drugs are legal, so pass the profit
Three months alone sizzurp will smash the
We them B boys in one year a quarter
Here come the clothin' line, I got order children
And thats more than illin', as the Lord is willin'
I'm a in millions, so applaud a villain, killa