Luyện nghe bài hát One Shot

(Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uhh
It's killa crack 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
shot, five shot, six shot, shit, shit
That's for the wife and the
(I don't about your money or that shit on your chest)
Niggaz get killed for
(And all shit you be talkin' 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 man? That's Joey 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 with the beige make the hate you
Couple deaths on the block, now rate you
Lil' Dex'll pull the if I say shoot
One shot, two shot 'nother nigga
CSI searchin but his face be found nigga
Shit is crazy on the streets of the
Niggaz yellin' "Shots fired" but police won't
Where I'm from pump that bass
And holler at lil' sister right in front of your face nigga
The man's a sucker you heard, see
gettin' hot for twenty years, still thirsty
I guess they share a bond the 'caine
Now that's I call rekindlin' old flames
Get it? Who but Coca in the Rover?
Sports kitted, 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 ass get flashy we'll stick ya, boy
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 wife and the
(I care about your money or that shit on your chest)
get killed for less
(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 spot the fiends had to
When I, chopped it with pop and shoot past the
See I really hustle homie, this ain't no
They never called me back, I out many applications
these corny niggaz come up, that was aggravatin'
So I hit the corner, told 'em beat it like they
I tried to the patience
I asked God for the answers, he took too long to
So I had a chat Satan
He told me my dreams ain't have to imagination
Turned my wrecked Timbs to a stretch for my graduation
Had all the lil' at my prom salivatin'
Scooped my diploma, I'm but I kept on calculatin'
Colleges holla cause every I had's amazin'
It was school books or cool looks when I with Daytons
Clappin' at plays or my new Magnum flamin'
or I'ma earl, look who this bastard's blazin'
Long short, man I had these faggots 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 say congratulations 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 to the morgue
Four shot, five shot, six shot, shit,
That's for the wife and the
(I don't care about your money or that shit on chest)
Niggaz get for less
(And all that you be talkin' man we ain't impressed)
Niggaz get for less
Aww, that's the fuck I'm talkin' about
real gangsta music, biatch
Like shit, you like how that shit sounds nigga