Luyện nghe bài hát One Shot

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

(Nobody, up)
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 about your money or that shit on your chest)
Niggaz get for less
(And all that shit you be talkin' man we impressed)
Niggaz get for less
Whether, closed caption or 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 dirt he done, how the fuck he mix the nigga?
He lyin', I'm a chemist on that table
My needle with the make the competition hate you
Couple on the block, now they rate you
Lil' pull the trigger if I say shoot
One shot, two shot 'nother down
CSI but his face can't be found nigga
Shit is on the streets of the Bronx
yellin' "Shots fired" but police won't respond
Where I'm from pump that bass
And at your lil' sister right in front of your face nigga
The working man's a you heard, see
Nigga's gettin' hot for twenty years, still
I they share a bond with the 'caine
Now that's what I rekindlin' old flames
Get it? Who else but Coca in the
Sports kitted, coulda been my or my 'rossa
Life is for the living, get a
Find yourself a bitch that don't 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)
Niggaz get killed for
(And all that shit you be man we ain't impressed)
Niggaz get killed for
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, rock in the spot the fiends had to
When I, chopped it with pop and shoot past the
See I really hustle homie, ain't no fabrication
They never me back, I filled out many 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 God for the answers, he took too long to respond
So I had a chat with
He told me my dreams ain't have to stay
Turned my wrecked Timbs to a stretch for my graduation
Had all the lil' sluts at my salivatin'
my diploma, I'm gone but I kept on calculatin'
Colleges holla cause grade I had's amazin'
It was school books or cool looks I pass with Daytons
at plays or hearin' my new Magnum flamin'
Schoolgirls or I'ma earl, look who this blazin'
story short, man I had these faggots hatin'
I'm handsome, I'm cool, I got guap and I get it
I come the place where you get your 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 send him right to the
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 shit you be talkin' man we ain't impressed)
Niggaz get for less
Aww, that's what the I'm talkin' about
real gangsta music, biatch
Like that shit, you like how that shit nigga