Luyện nghe bài hát One Shot

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

(Nobody, up)
One shot, two shot, shot, oh, oh
That'll send him to the morgue
Four shot, five shot, six shot, shit,
for the wife and the kids
(I don't care about your money or that on your chest)
Niggaz get for less
(And all that shit you be talkin' man we impressed)
get killed for less
Whether, closed or high definition
You could probably find me on that big screen, diamonds
Ain't this a man? 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 with the beige make the competition 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 can't be found nigga
Shit is crazy on the streets of the
yellin' "Shots fired" but police won't respond
Where I'm niggaz pump that bass
And holler at lil' sister right in front of your face nigga
The working a sucker you heard, see
Nigga's gettin' hot for years, still thirsty
I guess they share a bond with the
Now that's what I call old flames
Get it? Who else but in the Rover?
Sports kitted, been my 'ghini or my 'rossa
is for the living, get a chauffeur
Find yourself a that don't mind eatin' chocha
We murder, you's a victim, boy
If that ass get flashy stick ya, boy
One shot, two shot, shot, oh, oh
send him right to the morgue
Four shot, shot, six shot, shit, shit
That's for the wife and the
(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 for less
Nah, so don't die over nothin, let your lil' gas ya ass
'Cause on my I was the Doc, before aftermath
I had that, in the spot the fiends had to blast
I, chopped it with pop and shoot past the glass
See I really hustle homie, this ain't no
They never me back, I filled out many applications
Watchin' these corny niggaz come up, that was
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 with
He told me my dreams ain't to stay imagination
Turned my wrecked Timbs to a Benz for my graduation
Had all the sluts at my prom salivatin'
Scooped my diploma, I'm but I kept on calculatin'
Colleges cause every grade I had's amazin'
It was school books or cool looks when I with Daytons
Clappin' at plays or hearin' my new flamin'
Schoolgirls or earl, look who this bastard's blazin'
Long short, man I had these faggots 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 hood made in
A brook where the only thing on the stove marinatin'
So when they say congratulations over the
My pad is
Know I ain't goin' back, I'm like
One shot, two shot, shot, oh, oh
That'll send him right to the
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)
get killed 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
That real gangsta music,
Like that shit, you like how shit sounds nigga