Luyện nghe bài hát One Shot

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

(Nobody, up)
One shot, two shot, shot, oh, oh
That'll send him right to the
Four shot, five shot, six shot, shit,
for the wife and the kids
(I don't about your money or that shit on your chest)
Niggaz get for less
(And all that shit you be man we ain't impressed)
get killed for less
Whether, closed caption or high
You could probably find me on that big screen, glistenin'
Ain't this a bitch man? That's Joey the Bronx
And all the dirt he done, how the fuck he mix the nigga?
He ain't lyin', I'm a chemist on that
My needle with the make the competition hate you
deaths on the block, now they 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 on the streets of the Bronx
Niggaz yellin' "Shots fired" but police respond
Where I'm from niggaz pump bass
And holler at your lil' sister in front of your face nigga
The working man's a you heard, see
gettin' hot for twenty years, still thirsty
I guess they share a with the 'caine
Now that's what I call rekindlin' old
Get it? Who else but Coca in the
Sports kitted, coulda been my or my 'rossa
is for the living, get a chauffeur
Find yourself a bitch that 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
send him right to the morgue
Four shot, five shot, six shot, shit,
for the wife and the kids
(I don't care about your or that shit on your chest)
get killed for less
(And all shit you be talkin' man we ain't impressed)
Niggaz get killed for
Nah, so die over nothin, let your lil' crew 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, it with pop and shoot past the glass
See I really hustle homie, ain't no fabrication
They never me back, I filled out many applications
Watchin' these corny niggaz come up, was aggravatin'
So I hit the corner, told 'em beat it like masturbatin'
I to have the patience
I asked God for the answers, he too long to respond
So I had a chat Satan
He me my dreams ain't have 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 but I kept on calculatin'
Colleges holla every grade I had's amazin'
It was school books or cool looks when I pass Daytons
Clappin' at plays or hearin' my new Magnum
or I'ma earl, look who this bastard's blazin'
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 hood passes made in
A where the only thing shook's on the stove marinatin'
So when they say over the respect
My pad is
Know I ain't goin' back, I'm like
One shot, two shot, shot, oh, oh
That'll him right to the morgue
Four shot, five shot, six shot, shit,
That's for the and the kids
(I don't about 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
Aww, that's what the I'm talkin' about
That real gangsta music,
that shit, you like how that shit sounds nigga