Luyện nghe bài hát One Shot

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

(Nobody, up)
One shot, two shot, shot, oh, oh
That'll send him to the morgue
shot, five shot, six shot, shit, shit
That's for the and the kids
(I don't care about your or that shit 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 high
You could find 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 he mix the songs nigga?
He ain't lyin', I'm a chemist on that
My needle with the beige 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 searchin but his face can't be nigga
Shit is crazy on the streets of the
Niggaz yellin' "Shots fired" but won't respond
Where I'm from niggaz 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, still
I guess share a bond with the 'caine
Now that's what I call old flames
Get it? Who else but Coca in the
Sports kitted, coulda been my 'ghini or my
Life is for the living, get a
Find yourself a bitch that don't mind eatin'
We spit murder, a victim, boy
If ass get flashy we'll stick ya, boy
One shot, two shot, shot, oh, oh
send him right to the morgue
Four shot, shot, six shot, shit, shit
for the wife and the kids
(I don't care about your money or that shit on chest)
Niggaz get killed for
(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 block I was the Doc, before
I had that, rock in the spot the fiends had to
I, chopped it with pop and shoot past the glass
See I really hustle homie, this ain't no
never called me back, I filled out many applications
Watchin' these corny niggaz come up, that was
So I hit the corner, told 'em beat it they masturbatin'
I tried to have the
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 lil' 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 or cool looks when I pass with Daytons
Clappin' at plays or hearin' my new 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 place where you get your passes made in
A brook where the thing shook's on the stove marinatin'
So when they say congratulations over the
My pad is
Know I goin' back, I'm aimin' like
One shot, two shot, shot, oh, oh
That'll send him to the morgue
shot, five shot, six shot, shit, shit
That's for the wife and the
(I care 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
Aww, what the fuck I'm talkin' about
That real gangsta music,
Like that shit, you like how that sounds nigga