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Nas - One love

Portada de 'Nas - Illmatic'
Álbum: Illmatic
Letras: Más letras del álbum
Lanzamiento: 1994
Publicada: el 16 de Octubre del 2018 por
Lecturas: 1.137
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What up, kid? I know shit is rough doin' your bid,
When the cops came you shoulda slid to my crib,
Fuck it, black, no time for lookin' back, it's done,
Plus, congratulations, you know you got a son,
I heard he looks like ya, why don't your lady write ya?,
Told her she should visit, that's when she got hyper,
Flippin', talkin' about he acts too rough,
He didn't listen, he be riffin' while I'm tellin' him stuff,
I was like, "Yeah," shorty don't care, she a snake too,
Fuckin' with them niggas from that fake crew that hate you,
But yo, guess who got shot in the dome-piece?,
Jerome's niece, on her way home from Jones Beach,
It's bugged, plus little Rob is sellin' drugs on the dime,
Hangin' out with young thugs that all carry 9's,
And night time is more trife than ever,
What up with Cormega? Did you see him? Are y'all together?,
If so, then hold the fort down, represent to the fullest,
Say what's up to Herb, Ice and Bullet,
I left a half a hundred in your commissary,
You was my nigga when push came to shove,
(One what?) One love!.


[Hook: Q-Tip]
One love, one love, one love, one love,
One love, one love, one love, one love,
One love, one love, one love, one love,
One love, one love, one love, one love.


Dear Born, you'll be out soon, stay strong,
Out in New York the same shit is goin' on,
The crackheads stalkin', loudmouths is talkin',
Hold, check out the story yesterday when I was walkin',
That nigga you shot last year tried to appear,
Like he hurtin' somethin',
Word to mother, I heard him frontin',
And he be pumpin' on your block,
Your man gave him your Glock,
And now they run together — what up, son? Whatever,
Since I'm on the streets I'ma put it to a cease,
But I heard you blew a nigga with a ox for the phone piece,
Wildin' on the Island, but now in Elmira,
Better chill, ‘cause them niggas will put that ass on fire,
Last time you wrote you said they tried you in the showers,
But maintain, when you come home the corner's ours,
On the reals, all these crab niggas know the deal,
When we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal,
But chill, see you on the next V-I,
I gave your mom dukes loot for kicks, plus sent you flicks,
Your brother's buckwildin' in 4-Main, he wrote me,
He might beat his case, 'til he come home I'll play it lowkey,
So stay civilized, time flies,
Though incarcerated your mind dies,
I hate it when your moms cries,
It kinda makes me want to murder, for reala,
I even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs, but one love.


[Hook: Q-Tip]
One love, one love, one love, one love,
One love, one love, one love, one love,
One love, one love, one love, one love,
One love, one love, one love, one love.


Sometimes I sit back with a Buddha sack,
Mind's in another world, thinkin',
"How can we exist through the facts?",
Written in school text books, bibles, et cetera,
Fuck a school lecture, the lies get me vexed-er,
So I be ghost from my projects,
I take my pen and pad for the weekend,
Hittin' L's while I'm sleepin',
A two-day stay, you may say I need the time alone,
To relax my dome, no phone, left the 9 at home,
You see the streets had me stressed somethin' terrible,
Fuckin' with the corners have a nigga up in Bellevue,
Or HDM, hit with numbers from 8 to 10,
A future in a maximum state pen is grim,
So I comes back home, nobody's out but Shorty Doo-Wop,
Rollin' two phillies together: in the Bridge we call 'em oo-wops,
He said: "Nas, niggas caught me bustin' off the roof,
So I wear a bulletproof and pack a black tre-deuce.",
He inhaled so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleep,
Started coughin', one eye peeked to watch me speak,
I sat back like The Mack, my army suit was black,
We was chillin' on these benches,
Where he pumped his loose cracks,
I took the L when he passed it, this little bastard,
Keeps me blasted and starts talkin' mad shit,
I had to school him, told him don't let niggas fool him,
‘Cause when the pistol blows,
The one that's murdered be the cool one,
Tough luck when niggas are struck, families fucked up,
Coulda caught your man, but didn't look when you bucked up,
Mistakes happen, so take heed, never bust up,
At the crowd, catch him solo, make the right man bleed,
Shorty's laugh was cold-blooded as he spoke so foul,
Only twelve, tryin' to tell me that he liked my style,
Then I rose, wipin' the blunt's ash from my clothes,
Then froze, only to blow the herb smoke through my nose,
And told my little man I'ma ghost, I broze,
Left some jewels in his skull that he can sell if he chose,
Words of wisdom from Nas: try to rise up above,
Keep an eye out for Jake, Shorty Wop, one love.


[Hook: Q-Tip]
One love, one love, one love, one love,
One love, one love, one love, one love,
One love, one love, one love, one love,
One love, one love, one love, one love.


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Nas, que de paisano se llama Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones, es uno de los más conocidos raperos del mundo. El MC original de Brooklyn, Nueva York, comenzó su carrera musical con el ya legendario disco "I...

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