Luyện nghe bài hát One Shot

(Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uhh
It's that 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, five shot, six shot, shit,
That's for the wife and the
(I care about your money or that shit on your chest)
Niggaz get for less
(And all that shit you be man we ain't impressed)
Niggaz get killed for
Whether, closed caption or definition
You could probably me on that big screen, diamonds glistenin'
Ain't this a bitch That's Joey from the Bronx
And all the dirt he done, how the fuck he mix the songs
He lyin', I'm a chemist on that table
My needle the beige make the competition hate you
Couple on the block, now they rate you
Lil' Dex'll pull the if I say shoot
One shot, two shot 'nother nigga
CSI but his face can't be found nigga
Shit is on the streets of the Bronx
Niggaz yellin' "Shots fired" but police respond
Where I'm from niggaz pump bass
And holler at your lil' sister right in of your face nigga
The man's a sucker you heard, see
gettin' hot for twenty years, still thirsty
I guess they share a with the 'caine
Now that's what I call old flames
Get it? Who else but Coca in the
Sports kitted, coulda my 'ghini or my 'rossa
is for the living, get a chauffeur
Find yourself a bitch don't mind eatin' chocha
We murder, you's a victim, boy
If that ass get flashy stick ya, boy
One shot, two shot, shot, oh, oh
That'll send him right to the
Four shot, five shot, six shot, shit,
for the wife and the kids
(I don't care about your money or shit on your chest)
Niggaz get killed for
(And all that shit you be talkin' man we impressed)
Niggaz get for less
Nah, so don't die over nothin, let lil' crew gas ya ass
'Cause on my block I was the Doc, before
I had that, rock in the 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 filled out many
Watchin' these niggaz come up, that was aggravatin'
So I hit the corner, told 'em it like they masturbatin'
I tried to the patience
I asked God for the answers, he took too to respond
So I had a chat with
He me my dreams ain't have to stay imagination
Turned my wrecked Timbs to a stretch for my graduation
Had all the lil' sluts at my salivatin'
Scooped my diploma, I'm gone but I kept on
Colleges holla cause grade I had's amazin'
It was school books or cool looks when I pass Daytons
at plays or hearin' my new Magnum flamin'
Schoolgirls or I'ma earl, look who 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 passes in
A brook where the only shook's on the stove marinatin'
So when they say over the respect
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 or that shit on your chest)
get killed for less
(And all shit you be talkin' man we ain't impressed)
Niggaz get killed for
Aww, what the fuck I'm talkin' about
That gangsta music, biatch
Like that shit, you like how that shit nigga