Luyện nghe bài hát One Love

What up kid? I know shit is rough your bid
When the cops came you should of slid to my
Fuck it black, no for looking back it's done
Plus congratulations you you got a son
I heard he looks like you, why 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' I'm telling him stuff
I was like yeah, shorty 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 joes beaches club
Plus little rob is selling drugs all the
Hanging out with young that all carry 9's
At night time there's trife than ever
What up with Cormega, did you see 'em, are y'all
If so then hold the fort, now I to the fullest
Say whats up to herb, ice and
I left a half a hundred in commissary
You was my when push came to shove
One what? one

Dear born, you'll be out soon, stay
Out in new york the shit is going on
The crack-heads stalking, is talking
Hold, check out the story yesterday 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
man gave him your glock
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 nigga with the ? for a piece
Whylin' on the but now with ?
Better 'cause them niggasz will put that ass on fire
Last time you wrote you said they tried you in the
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 loot for kicks
? flicks
Your brother's buck whylin' in Maine he wrote me
He might beat his case, 'til he home I play it low key
So stay civilized, time
incarcerated your mind (dies)
I hate it when your mum
It kinda wants to me murder, for real-a
I've even got a mask and gloves to bust
For one

Sometimes I sit with a Buddha sack
Mind's in another world thinking how can we exist through the
in school text books, bibles, etcetera
Fuck a 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 the time alone
To relax my dome, no phone, the 9 at home
You see the streets have me stressed terrible
with the corners have a nigga up in belle vue
Or h.d.m., hit with numbers 8 to 10
A future in a maximum state pen is
So I comes back home, helping shorty
Do I roll them two phillies and the friends we call them oowops
He said nas, niggaz cold be off the roof
So I a bullet proof and pack a black tres-deuce
He inhailed so deep, his eyes like he was sleep
Started coughing I peeked to watch me speak
I sat back 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
me blasted he starts talking mad shit
I had to school him, told him don't let fool him
'cause when the pistol blows a shot that's when a be the cool one
Tough luck niggas are struck, families fucked up
Could've caught man, but didn't look when you bucked up
Mistakes happen, so take never bust up
If the crowd catch him solo, make the right man
Shorty's laugh was cold as he spoke so foul
Only twelve trying to me that 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 jewels in the skull that he can sell if he chose
Words of from nas try to rise up above
Keep an eye out for shorty what
One