Luyện nghe bài hát One Love Remix

Verse

what up kid? i know shit is rough your bid
the cops came you shoulda slid to my crib
fuck it black, no time for back it's done
plus you know 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, about he acts too rough
he listen he be riffin' while i'm telling him stuff
i was like yeah, shorty don't care, she a too
with the niggaz from that fake crew that hate you
but yo, guess who got in the dome-piece?
niece, on her way home from joes beaches club
plus rob is selling drugs all the time
hanging out with young thugs all carry 9's
at night time there's more trife ever
with Cormega, did you see 'em, are y'all together?
if so hold the fort, now i represent to the fullest
say whassup to herb, ice and
I left a half a hundred in your
You was my nigga when came to shove
One what? one

Verse

dear born, you'll be out soon, strong
out in new york the same 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
word to mother, i heard him
and he be on your block
your man gave him your
and now they run together, what up son,
since i'm on the i'm a put it to a cease
when i heard you blew a with the [???] for a phone piece
on the island but now with [???]
better 'cos them niggaz will put that ass on fire
last time you wrote you said tried you in the showers
i maintain when you come home the ours
on the reels, all these crab know the deal
when we start the revolution all probably do is squeal
but chill, see you on the v i
i gave mom dukes loot for kicks
plus [???]
your buck whylin' in four maine he wrote me
he might his case, 'til he come home i play it low key
so stay civilised, flies
though incarcerated your [dies]
i hate it your mum cries
it wants to make me murder, for real-a
i've got a mask and gloves to bust slugs
for one

Verse

i sit back with a budda sack
mind's in another world thinking how can we through the facts
written in text books, bibles, etcetera
fuck a lecture, the lies get me vexed-er
so i be ghost 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 time
to relax my dome, no phone, left the 9 at
you see the streets have me stressed something
fucking with the corners a nigga up in belle vue
or h.d.m., hit numbers from 8 to 10
a future in a maximum pen is grim
so i comes back home, nobody's shorty
do i roll them two phillies together and the friends we call oowops
he nas, niggaz cold be bustin' off the roof
so i wear a bullet and pack a black tres-deuce
he inhailed so deep, shut his eyes he was sleep
started coughing 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 blasted he talking mad shit
i had to school him, told him don't let fool him
'cos the pistol blows a shot that's when a murder be the cool one
tough luck when niggaz are struck, families up
could've cought man, but didn't look when you bucked up
mistakes happen, so take heed bust up
if the crowd him solo, make the right man bleed
shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he so foul
only twelve trying to me that he liked my style
then i rose, the blunts ash from my clothes
froze only the bolder herb smoke through my nose
and my little man that i'm a go cyprose
there's some jewels in the skull he can sell if he chose
words of wisdom nas try to rise up above
keep an eye out for jake shorty
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