Luyện nghe bài hát One Shot Deal

One deal, one shot, one kill
Hit you the one shot skill
Bullets you up like you poppin' on the wheel
I can't die when I'm poppin' on the pill
So real that it feel, keep Cochran on my

Who rock the black and out?
Now the MAC back out, just bout to
Got the ROC on my back, SP on my
Shooters on the block slingin' P name
Outta hot pink thangs like Range

The cowboy at work
I put ya niggaz in the dirt for one like
hammer won't jam or won't chirp
Catch you on my merk
Fresh jail, ice grill gat to smirk

Bitches on the waste serve 'em
ROC without Jay won't
Shit like we ain't here, actin' like SP here
How niggaz can't see that clear? Clear?
Yeah, slow all the way down scrapper

Pump ya brakes real fast, before ya
Crack ya on the dash
I put ya body in a cast, keep my Shotty on
Hard heads don't get the picture until see the flash

You ain't ballin', you pump fakin' till you found in ya trunk
Four pound to ya like, "Where the paper?"
B. Sig, crook, I trap paper like notebook
When the hot disappear like when coke cook
Then resurface, its Sig. Berkowitz, I'm sick

Leave that ass like Dama, Sig. heat that ass like
Stretch ya out like recliner
Stretch my middle to your honor
Like, "Fuck the world", that's my persona, drama
a buildin' like Osama, you vagina

I you wish you never met me like Carl Thomas
Try to forget me like all
with a vet be, all problems
I'm not the threats B, I'm all promise

Before "The Truth", in the booth
As a young scrap, I was as a youth
Kept a gat movin' pigeons in the
You was strapped, positioned on the stoop
Stay strapped, put my pistol on

Mac ya "Juice" like Bishop on the roof
I had ya in ya trunk like a roof
Bullets hit ya chest a blunt rolled loose
I'm that liquor nigga, 100 proof

I bring the storm, all you niggaz ya boots
Better yet, out ya strings, make a noose
Hang yaself, here's a deuce,
Bang like Cheddar Bob
I'm in the like ST tall cat
Crooked ISPCO, nigga

Yes I
Yes I
Matta
Yeah,
Bring it

Bring it back, me, Doc, America's
Not from there, but I'm Philly Most
Drop and roll, my biscuit boil
Talk is greasy, tongue Crisco oil

is mine, check my flow online
At
Bricks, two on the hip, for the sky
You and ya Burberry suit is alive
On top of the Empire, me to dive
Wee, there I go, no

Jackass Knoxville, hot as Cancun
Chest hair is baboon, Redman rip the
I be the raw in ya bitches
She be goin' to the bathroom, sniffin'
Like, "Oh shit, my man a joke"

I know, I be with a double 4, 4
And a Jim to open ya Cadillac door
In the Bricks you them guns
Rat a tat,
Any get X'ed out like TicTacToe

Any bitch know, Redman goin' the distance
We ain't tryin' to get fucked for
When you bust baby, gon the insence
me the rag, hop back in the Jag
I stole out the showroom the pricetag
I wrote rhyme off 25 blunt drags
that sound leave a block hunchback

Killa House, prick
We ain't gon till we "Rich bitch"
Holla back, Redman, Beanie
Killa