Luyện nghe bài hát One Love

What up kid? I know shit is doing your bid
When the cops came you should of to my crib
it black, no time for looking back it's done
Plus congratulations you you got a son
I heard he looks you, why don't your lady write you?
Told her she should visit, that's she got hyper
Flip it, talk about he acts too
He didn't listen he be riffin' while I'm him stuff
I was like yeah, shorty don't care, she a too
Fucking with the from that fake crew that hate you
But yo, guess who got shot in the
Jerome s niece, on her way home from joes beaches
Plus little rob is drugs all the time
out with young thugs that all carry 9's
At night time there's more trife ever
What up with Cormega, did you see 'em, are y'all
If so then hold the fort, now I represent to the
Say up to herb, ice and bullet
I left a half a in your commissary
You was my nigga when push to shove
One what? one

Dear born, you'll be out soon, strong
Out in new york the shit is going on
The crack-heads stalking, loud-mouths is
Hold, check out the story yesterday I was walking
The nigga you shot last tried to appear like he hurtin' something
to mother, I heard him fronting
And he be pumping on block
Your man gave him your
And now they run together, what up son,
I'm on the streets I'm a put it to a cease
When I you blew a nigga with the ? for a phone piece
Whylin' on the island but now ?
Better chill 'cause niggasz 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 crab niggaz know the deal
we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal
But chill, see you on the v I
I gave your mom dukes loot for
? flicks
Your brother's buck whylin' in four he wrote me
He might beat his case, he come home I play it low key
So stay civilized, time
Though incarcerated mind (dies)
I hate it your mum cries
It kinda wants to make me murder, for
I've even got a mask and gloves to bust
For one

I sit back with a Buddha sack
Mind's in another world thinking how can we exist through the
Written in school text books, bibles,
Fuck a lecture, the lies get me vexed-er
So I be from my projects
I take my pen and pad for the week and nails while 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 streets have me something terrible
Fucking with the corners have a nigga up in vue
Or h.d.m., hit with numbers 8 to 10
A future in a maximum pen is grim
So I comes back home, helping shorty
Do I roll them two phillies together and the we call them oowops
He said nas, niggaz be bustin' off the roof
So I wear a bullet proof and pack a tres-deuce
He inhailed so deep, shut his like 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 cracks
I took an l when he passed it, this little
Keeps me blasted he starts talking mad
I had to school him, told him let niggas fool him
'cause when the pistol blows a shot that's a murder be the cool one
luck when niggas are struck, families fucked up
Could've caught man, but didn't look when you bucked up
Mistakes happen, so take heed bust up
If the catch him solo, make the right man bleed
Shorty's laugh was blooded as he spoke so foul
Only twelve trying to tell me that he my style
Then I rose, the blunts ash from my clothes
Then froze only the herb smoke through my nose
And told my little man I'm a go cyprose
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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