Luyện nghe bài hát One Love

What up kid? I know shit is rough doing bid
When the cops you should of slid to my crib
Fuck it black, no time for looking back done
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 she got hyper
Flip it, about he acts too rough
He didn't listen he be riffin' I'm telling him stuff
I was like yeah, shorty care, she a snake too
Fucking the niggas from that fake crew that hate you
But yo, guess who got in the dome-piece?
Jerome s niece, on her way from joes beaches club
Plus little rob is drugs all the time
Hanging out young thugs that all carry 9's
At night time there's trife than ever
up with Cormega, did you see 'em, are y'all together?
If so then hold the fort, now I to the fullest
Say whats up to herb, ice and
I left a half a hundred in commissary
You was my nigga when push came to
One one love

Dear born, you'll be out soon, strong
Out in new york the same shit is on
The crack-heads stalking, 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 on your block
Your man gave him glock
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 blew a nigga with the ? for a phone
Whylin' on the island but now ?
Better chill 'cause them niggasz put that ass on fire
Last time you wrote you said they tried you in the
I when you come home the corner's ours
On the reels, all crab niggaz know the deal
When we start the revolution all they probably do is
But chill, see you on the v I
I gave your mom loot for kicks
? flicks
Your buck whylin' in four Maine he wrote me
He might beat his case, 'til he home I play it low key
So stay civilized, flies
Though your mind (dies)
I hate it your mum cries
It kinda wants to me murder, for real-a
I've even got a and gloves to bust slugs
For one

Sometimes I sit with a Buddha sack
Mind's in another world thinking how can we through the facts
Written in school text books, bibles,
Fuck a school lecture, the get me vexed-er
So I be ghost from my
I my pen and pad for the week and hittin' nails while I'm sleeping
A two day stay, you may say I need the time
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 with numbers 8 to 10
A in a maximum state pen is grim
So I comes back home, nobody's shorty
Do I roll them two phillies together and the friends we call them
He nas, niggaz cold be bustin' off the roof
So I wear a bullet proof and pack a tres-deuce
He inhailed so deep, shut his eyes he was sleep
coughing 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 loose
I an l when he passed it, this little bastard
Keeps me he starts talking mad shit
I had to school him, told him let niggas fool him
'cause when the blows a shot that's when a murder be the cool one
Tough luck when niggas are struck, families up
Could've caught your man, but didn't look you bucked up
Mistakes happen, so heed never bust up
If the crowd catch him solo, make the right man
Shorty's laugh was cold as he spoke so foul
twelve trying to tell me that he liked my style
Then I rose, wiping the blunts ash my clothes
Then froze the bolder herb smoke through my nose
And told my little man that I'm a go
There's some in the skull that he can sell if he chose
Words of wisdom from nas try to rise up
Keep an eye out for shorty what
One