Luyện nghe bài hát One Shot

(Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uhh
It's that killa crack street
(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,
That's for the wife and the
(I don't care about money or that shit on your chest)
get killed for less
(And all that shit you be man we ain't impressed)
Niggaz get for less
Whether, closed or high definition
You could probably me on that big screen, diamonds glistenin'
Ain't this a bitch That's Joey from the Bronx
And all the he done, how the fuck he mix the songs nigga?
He ain't lyin', I'm a chemist on table
My needle with the beige the competition hate you
Couple deaths on the block, now they you
Lil' pull the trigger if I say shoot
One shot, two shot nigga down
CSI searchin but his face can't be found
Shit is crazy on the streets of the
Niggaz yellin' "Shots fired" but won't respond
Where I'm from pump that bass
And holler at your lil' sister right in of your face nigga
The working a sucker you heard, see
Nigga's gettin' hot for years, still thirsty
I guess share a bond with the 'caine
Now that's I call rekindlin' old flames
Get it? Who else but in the Rover?
Sports kitted, coulda been my or my 'rossa
is for the living, get a chauffeur
Find yourself a bitch 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
That'll send him to the morgue
Four shot, shot, six shot, shit, 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 that shit you be man we ain't impressed)
get killed for less
Nah, so don't die over nothin, let your crew gas ya ass
'Cause on my block I was the Doc, before
I had that, rock in the spot the had to blast
When I, chopped it with pop and shoot the glass
See I really hustle homie, ain't no fabrication
They never called me back, I filled out applications
Watchin' these corny come up, that was aggravatin'
So I hit the corner, 'em beat it like they masturbatin'
I tried to the patience
I asked God for the answers, he took too long to
So I had a chat with
He me my dreams ain't have to stay imagination
Turned my wrecked to a stretch Benz for my graduation
Had all the lil' sluts at my salivatin'
Scooped my diploma, I'm gone but I on calculatin'
Colleges holla cause every grade I had's
It was school books or cool when I pass with Daytons
Clappin' at plays or hearin' my new flamin'
Schoolgirls or I'ma earl, who this bastard's blazin'
Long story short, man I had 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 hood passes made in
A brook the only thing shook's on the stove marinatin'
So when they say over the respect
My pad is
Know I ain't back, I'm aimin' 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 care about money or that shit on your chest)
Niggaz get for less
(And all that shit you be man we ain't impressed)
Niggaz get killed for
Aww, that's what the fuck I'm talkin'
That real music, biatch
Like that shit, you like how that sounds nigga