Luyện nghe bài hát One Shot

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

(Nobody, up)
One shot, two shot, shot, oh, oh
That'll send him to the morgue
Four shot, shot, six shot, shit, shit
for the wife and the kids
(I don't about your money or that shit on your chest)
Niggaz get killed for
(And all that shit you be man we ain't impressed)
get killed for less
Whether, closed or high definition
You could probably find me on 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 nigga?
He ain't lyin', I'm a chemist on table
My needle the beige make the competition hate you
Couple on the block, now they rate you
Dex'll pull the trigger if I say shoot
One shot, two 'nother nigga down
CSI searchin but his face can't be found
Shit is crazy on the streets of the
yellin' "Shots fired" but police won't respond
Where I'm 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 gettin' hot for twenty years, thirsty
I guess they share a bond with the
Now that's what I call 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 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 your money or that shit on your chest)
Niggaz get killed for
(And all that you be talkin' man we ain't impressed)
Niggaz get killed for
Nah, so don't die over nothin, let your lil' 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 the glass
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 have the
I asked God for the answers, he took too long to
So I had a chat Satan
He told me my dreams ain't to stay imagination
my wrecked Timbs to a stretch Benz for my graduation
Had all the sluts at my prom salivatin'
Scooped my diploma, I'm gone but I on calculatin'
Colleges holla cause grade I had's amazin'
It was school books or cool looks when I with Daytons
at plays or hearin' my new Magnum flamin'
Schoolgirls or I'ma earl, look who this bastard's
Long story short, man I had these hatin'
I'm handsome, I'm cool, I got and I get it crack-a-latin'
I come from the where you get your hood passes made in
A brook the only thing shook's on the stove marinatin'
So when they say congratulations the respect
My pad is
Know I ain't goin' back, I'm 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 wife and the
(I don't care about your money or that on your chest)
get killed for less
(And all that you be talkin' man we ain't impressed)
Niggaz get killed for
Aww, that's what the I'm talkin' about
That real music, biatch
Like that shit, you like how that shit nigga