Luyện nghe bài hát One Love

What up kid? I know shit is rough your bid
When the cops came you should of to my crib
Fuck it black, no time for looking back it's
congratulations you know you got a son
I heard he looks like you, why don't lady write you?
Told her she should visit, that's when she got
Flip it, about he acts too rough
He didn't listen he be while 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 shot in the
s niece, on her way home from joes beaches club
Plus little rob is drugs 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 y'all
If so hold the fort, now I represent to the fullest
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 same shit is on
The crack-heads stalking, is talking
Hold, check out the yesterday when I was walking
The you shot last year tried to appear like he hurtin' something
to mother, I heard him fronting
And he be pumping on your
Your man him your glock
And now they run together, what up son,
I'm on the streets I'm a put it to a cease
When I heard you blew a nigga with the ? for a phone
Whylin' on the island but now ?
chill 'cause them niggasz will put that ass on fire
Last time you wrote you said tried you in the showers
I when you come home the corner's ours
On the reels, all these crab niggaz know the
When we the revolution all they probably do is squeal
But chill, see you on the v I
I gave your mom loot for kicks
? flicks
Your brother's whylin' in four Maine he wrote me
He beat his case, 'til he come home I play it low key
So stay civilized, flies
Though incarcerated your (dies)
I it when your mum cries
It kinda to make me murder, for real-a
I've even got a and gloves to bust slugs
For one

I sit back with a Buddha sack
Mind's in another thinking how can we exist through the facts
Written in school text books, bibles,
a school 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 time
To relax my dome, no phone, 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 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 nas, niggaz cold be bustin' off the roof
So I wear a proof and pack a black tres-deuce
He inhailed so deep, his eyes like he was sleep
Started coughing when I 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, him don't 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, fucked up
Could've caught your man, but look when you bucked up
happen, so take heed never bust up
If the crowd catch him solo, the right man bleed
laugh was cold blooded as he spoke so foul
Only twelve trying to tell me he liked my style
Then I rose, wiping the blunts ash from my
Then froze only the bolder herb smoke through my
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
an eye out for jake shorty what
One