Luyện nghe bài hát One Shot

(Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uhh
It's that crack street music
(It's that Block Royal, Squad 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 and the kids
(I don't care about your money or that on your chest)
Niggaz get killed for
(And all that you be talkin' man we ain't impressed)
get killed for less
Whether, closed caption or definition
You could probably find me on big screen, diamonds glistenin'
Ain't this a bitch man? 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 with the beige the competition hate you
Couple deaths on the block, now they you
Dex'll pull the trigger if I say shoot
One shot, two 'nother nigga down
CSI searchin but his face be found nigga
Shit is crazy on the of the Bronx
Niggaz yellin' "Shots fired" but won't respond
Where I'm from niggaz pump that
And holler at your lil' sister in front of your face nigga
The working a sucker you heard, see
Nigga's gettin' hot for twenty years, still
I guess share a bond with the 'caine
Now that's what I rekindlin' old flames
Get it? Who but Coca in the Rover?
Sports kitted, coulda my 'ghini or my 'rossa
Life is for the living, get a
Find yourself a bitch don't 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 him right to the morgue
shot, five shot, six shot, shit, shit
That's for the and the kids
(I don't care about your money or shit on your chest)
Niggaz get killed for
(And all that you be talkin' man we ain't impressed)
get killed for less
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, in the spot the fiends had to blast
When I, chopped it with pop and shoot past the
See I hustle homie, this ain't no fabrication
They never called me back, I out many applications
Watchin' corny niggaz come up, that was aggravatin'
So I hit the corner, 'em beat it like they masturbatin'
I tried to the patience
I God for the answers, he took too long to respond
So I had a chat Satan
He told me my ain't have to stay imagination
Turned my wrecked Timbs to a stretch 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 pass with
Clappin' at plays or hearin' my new Magnum
Schoolgirls or I'ma earl, who this bastard's blazin'
Long story short, man I had these faggots
I'm handsome, I'm cool, I got guap and I get it
I come from the place where you get your hood made in
A brook where the 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
send him right to the morgue
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)
get killed for less
(And all that shit you be talkin' man we impressed)
Niggaz get killed for
Aww, that's what the fuck I'm talkin'
That real gangsta music,
Like that shit, you like how that shit nigga