Luyện nghe bài hát One Love

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

Dear born, be out soon, stay strong
Out in new york the same is going on
The stalking, loud-mouths is talking
Hold, check out the yesterday when I was walking
The nigga you shot last year tried to appear like he something
to mother, I heard him fronting
And he be pumping on your
Your man gave him glock
And now they run together, up son, whatever
I'm on the streets I'm a put it to a cease
When I heard you blew a nigga with the ? for a piece
on the island but now with ?
Better chill 'cause niggasz will put that ass on fire
Last time you wrote you they tried you in the showers
I maintain when you come home the corner's
On the reels, all crab niggaz know the deal
When we start the revolution all they do is squeal
But chill, see you on the v I
I gave mom dukes loot for kicks
? flicks
Your brother's whylin' in four Maine he wrote me
He might beat his case, 'til he home I play it low key
So civilized, time flies
Though incarcerated your (dies)
I it when your mum cries
It wants to make me murder, for real-a
I've got a mask and gloves to bust slugs
For one

Sometimes I sit back with a sack
Mind's in another world thinking how can we through the facts
Written in school books, bibles, etcetera
a school lecture, the lies 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 alone
To relax my dome, no phone, the 9 at home
You see the streets have me stressed terrible
Fucking the corners have a nigga up in belle vue
Or h.d.m., hit with from 8 to 10
A future in a maximum state pen is
So I comes back home, nobody's shorty
Do I roll two phillies together and the friends we call them oowops
He said nas, niggaz be bustin' off the roof
So I wear a bullet proof and a black tres-deuce
He inhailed so deep, shut his like he was sleep
coughing when I peeked to watch me speak
I sat back like the mack, my army suit was
We was chillin' on these bitches he pumped his loose cracks
I took an l he passed it, this little bastard
Keeps me blasted he starts talking mad
I had to him, told him don't let niggas fool him
'cause the pistol blows a shot that's when a murder be the cool one
luck when niggas are struck, families fucked up
Could've your man, but didn't look when you bucked up
Mistakes happen, so take heed never up
If the crowd catch him solo, make the man bleed
Shorty's was cold blooded as he spoke so foul
Only twelve to tell me that he liked my style
Then I rose, wiping the ash from my clothes
Then froze the bolder herb smoke through my nose
And told my little man I'm a go cyprose
There's jewels in the skull that he can sell if he chose
Words of wisdom from nas try to up above
Keep an eye out for shorty what
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