Luyện nghe bài hát One Shot

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

(Nobody, up)
One shot, two shot, shot, oh, oh
send him right to the morgue
Four shot, shot, six shot, shit, shit
That's for the and the kids
(I don't care about money or that shit on your chest)
Niggaz get killed for
(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'
this a bitch man? That's Joey from the Bronx
And all the dirt he done, how the he mix the songs nigga?
He lyin', I'm a chemist on that table
My with the beige make the competition hate you
Couple deaths on the block, now rate you
Lil' Dex'll pull the if I say shoot
One shot, two shot 'nother down
CSI searchin but his can't be found nigga
is crazy on the streets of the Bronx
Niggaz "Shots fired" but police won't respond
Where I'm from niggaz that bass
And holler at lil' sister right in front of your face nigga
The man's a sucker you heard, see
Nigga's hot for twenty years, still thirsty
I guess they share a with the 'caine
Now that's I call rekindlin' old flames
Get it? Who else but Coca in the
Sports kitted, been my 'ghini or my 'rossa
is for the living, get a chauffeur
Find yourself a bitch that mind eatin' chocha
We murder, you's a victim, boy
If that ass get flashy we'll ya, boy
One shot, two shot, shot, oh, oh
That'll send him right to the
Four shot, five shot, six shot, shit,
That's for the and the kids
(I don't care about your or that shit on your chest)
Niggaz get killed for
(And all that shit you be man we ain't impressed)
Niggaz get killed for
Nah, so die over nothin, let your lil' crew gas ya ass
'Cause on my I was the Doc, before aftermath
I had that, rock in the spot the fiends had to
When I, it with pop and shoot past the glass
See I hustle homie, this ain't no fabrication
They called me back, I filled out many applications
Watchin' these corny come up, that was aggravatin'
So I hit the corner, told 'em beat it like they
I tried to have the
I asked God for the answers, he took too to respond
So I had a chat Satan
He told me my dreams ain't to stay imagination
Turned my wrecked Timbs to a stretch Benz for my
Had all the sluts at my prom salivatin'
my diploma, I'm gone but I kept on calculatin'
Colleges holla cause every grade I had's
It was school books or cool looks I pass with Daytons
Clappin' at or hearin' my new Magnum flamin'
Schoolgirls or I'ma earl, look who this bastard's
Long story short, man I had faggots hatin'
I'm handsome, I'm cool, I got and I get it crack-a-latin'
I from the place where you get your hood passes made in
A brook where the only thing on the stove marinatin'
So when they say congratulations the respect
My pad is
Know I goin' back, I'm aimin' like
One shot, two shot, shot, oh, oh
send him right to the morgue
Four shot, shot, six shot, shit, shit
for the wife and the kids
(I don't care about your money or that on your chest)
get killed for less
(And all that shit you be talkin' man we impressed)
Niggaz get for less
Aww, that's the fuck I'm talkin' about
That real gangsta music,
Like that shit, you like how shit sounds nigga