Luyện nghe bài hát One Shot

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

(Nobody, up)
One shot, two shot, shot, oh, oh
That'll him right to the morgue
shot, five shot, six shot, shit, shit
That's for the wife and the
(I don't care about your 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, caption or high definition
You could probably find me on big screen, diamonds glistenin'
Ain't this a man? That's Joey from the Bronx
And all the dirt he done, how the he mix the songs nigga?
He ain't lyin', I'm a on that table
My needle 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 but his face can't be found nigga
is crazy on the streets of the Bronx
Niggaz yellin' "Shots fired" but police won't
Where I'm from niggaz that bass
And holler at your lil' sister right in of your face nigga
The man's a sucker you heard, see
Nigga's gettin' hot for twenty years, still
I guess they share a with the 'caine
Now what I call rekindlin' old flames
Get it? Who else but in the Rover?
kitted, coulda been my 'ghini or my 'rossa
Life is for the living, get a
Find yourself a bitch don't mind eatin' chocha
We spit murder, a victim, boy
If that ass get we'll stick ya, boy
One shot, two shot, shot, oh, oh
That'll him right to the morgue
shot, five shot, six shot, shit, shit
That's for the wife and the
(I don't care about your money or that shit on chest)
get killed for less
(And all that you be talkin' man we ain't impressed)
Niggaz get 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 ain't no
They called me back, I filled out many applications
Watchin' these corny 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 long to
So I had a chat with
He told me my dreams ain't to stay imagination
Turned my wrecked Timbs to a stretch Benz for my
Had all the lil' sluts at my prom
Scooped my diploma, I'm gone but I on calculatin'
holla cause every grade I had's amazin'
It was school books or cool when I pass with Daytons
Clappin' at or hearin' my new Magnum flamin'
or I'ma 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 passes in
A where the only thing shook's on the stove marinatin'
So when they say over the respect
My pad is
Know I ain't back, I'm aimin' like
One shot, two shot, shot, oh, oh
That'll send him to the morgue
Four shot, shot, six shot, shit, shit
That's for the and the kids
(I don't about your money or that shit on your chest)
Niggaz get for less
(And all that shit you be man we ain't impressed)
get killed for less
Aww, what the fuck I'm talkin' about
That gangsta music, biatch
Like that shit, you like how that shit sounds