Luyện nghe bài hát One on One

Verse

In the rotten apple, take a bite the worm
Embrace the world of we're faced to learn
Coke drug bust, graveyards where thugs rest
I my mug blessed, the evil is illegal substance sold
Roll mob deep, guns in the black
Mac-11's and legends, in the streets
Patroller, money-folder, gun happy soldiers
Never sober over, my blood is colder
Niggaz respect violence so I it
I'm it, I even done it blunted so run it

Yeah son, you know this is
Take it off [come on dunn, even come at me like that]
[dunn, on dunn]

Imagine this, no no knife
a one on one so now we gots to fight, son
Imagine this, no gun no
a one on one now we got to fight, yeah
Imagine that, no gun no
a one on one now we got to fight, yeah
Imagine this, no gun no
a one on one, son

Verse

Yo I'm a cream fiend, a mean dream
Brain full of schemes, my crew's fresh out the greens
Give you what you never seen, the ips on the
It's 2:10 in the a.m. in the streets of
Try and die hard
Chances of the game is like tryin to feed allah lard
A walk a piece with a deadly
They to blow me with the double barrel, found no sorrow
I brawl with blanka, caught bison in a
Don't make your new home, with the blue chrome
Mistakes want me, sauve but raunchy
The soul of a cold body haunts me, I flee the
But only to tears for years
Too wild for my own self, hopin help is
Street fightin was cool but in I brought a new tool
Toolin the devil, a rebel, a fool

Imagine this no no knife
Just a one on one we got to fight, yeah
Imagine no gun no knife
a one on one where we got to fight, yeah
Imagine no gun no knife
Just a one on one we got to fight, yeah
Imagine this no gun no
a one on one, a one on one

Yeah, take it to the -- queensbridge

Yo money? [yo yo do you remember this face? ]
[yeah yeah yeah, run these, run
*sounds of brawl* you down! get broke!]
[no hands, run that, run that, run that, no

three:

I hear jake in my sleep
Marked money I keep, play the bitches all
I visualize coups, in suits
Elevators in my that rises to the roof
Sippin eighty proof, watchin juice, but up
I see brothers tryin to roll up, wishin I could fold up
It's hard to see their faces in they hoodies, I better
Too late, I to swing when they jigged me, I'm out...

Yeah yeah kid, don't front, 360 degrees,
That's how it back at you. queensbridge, that's how we live.
South side, all that. new york, light it up, it up.
Yo yo you saw how I that kid? [yeah I saw that, I saw that]
You know how we steppin. that's how we do out in the street fight!