Luyện nghe bài hát One Shot

(Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uhh
It's that killa street music
(It's Block Royal, Terror Squad music)
Crack,
(Joell nigga)

(Nobody, up)
One shot, two shot, shot, oh, oh
That'll him right to the morgue
Four shot, five shot, six shot, shit,
for the wife and the kids
(I care about your money or that shit on your chest)
Niggaz get for less
(And all that shit you be talkin' man we impressed)
get killed for less
Whether, closed or high definition
You could find me on that big screen, diamonds glistenin'
Ain't this a bitch man? Joey from the Bronx
And all the dirt he done, how the fuck he mix the songs
He ain't lyin', I'm a chemist on that
My needle with the make the competition hate you
Couple deaths on the block, now they you
Dex'll pull the trigger if I say shoot
One shot, two 'nother nigga down
CSI searchin but his can't be found nigga
Shit is crazy on the streets of the
Niggaz "Shots fired" but police won't respond
I'm from niggaz pump that bass
And at your lil' sister right in front of your face nigga
The working a sucker you heard, see
Nigga's hot for twenty years, still thirsty
I guess they share a with the 'caine
Now what I call rekindlin' old flames
Get it? Who else but Coca in the
Sports kitted, coulda been my or my 'rossa
Life is for the living, get a
yourself a bitch that don't mind eatin' chocha
We murder, you's a victim, boy
If ass get flashy we'll stick ya, boy
One shot, two shot, shot, oh, oh
That'll him right to the morgue
Four shot, shot, six shot, shit, shit
for the wife and the kids
(I don't care about your or that shit on your chest)
Niggaz get killed for
(And all shit you be talkin' man we ain't impressed)
get killed for less
Nah, so die over nothin, let your lil' crew gas ya ass
'Cause on my I was the Doc, before aftermath
I had that, in the spot the fiends had to blast
When I, chopped it with pop and shoot past the
See I really hustle homie, this no fabrication
They never called me back, I out many applications
Watchin' corny niggaz come up, that was aggravatin'
So I hit the corner, told 'em beat it like masturbatin'
I tried to have the
I asked God for the answers, he too long to respond
So I had a chat with
He told me my dreams ain't have to imagination
Turned my Timbs to a stretch Benz for my graduation
Had all the sluts at my prom salivatin'
Scooped my diploma, I'm gone but I kept on
Colleges holla every grade I had's amazin'
It was school books or cool looks when I pass with
Clappin' at or hearin' my new Magnum flamin'
Schoolgirls or earl, look who this bastard's blazin'
Long story short, man I had these hatin'
I'm handsome, I'm cool, I got guap and I get it
I come from the place where you get your hood made in
A brook where the only thing shook's on the stove
So when they say congratulations over the
My pad is
Know I ain't goin' back, I'm aimin'
One shot, two shot, shot, oh, oh
That'll send him right to the
Four shot, shot, six shot, shit, shit
for the wife and the kids
(I don't care about your money or shit on your chest)
Niggaz get for less
(And all that shit you be talkin' man we impressed)
Niggaz get for less
Aww, that's what the fuck I'm about
That real music, biatch
Like that shit, you like how that shit nigga