Luyện nghe bài hát One Shot Deal

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

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

The cocaine at work
I put ya in the dirt for one like Dirt
Concealed hammer won't jam or won't
you on my second merk
Fresh outta jail, ice grill gat to

Bitches on the can't serve 'em
ROC Jay won't work?
Shit we ain't here, actin' like SP ain't here
How ya'll niggaz can't see clear? Clear?
Yeah, slow all the way young scrapper

ya brakes real fast, before ya crash
Crack ya head on the
I put ya body in a cast, my Shotty on blast
Hard heads don't get the picture they 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 water disappear like when coke
Then resurface, its Sig. Berkowitz, I'm sick

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

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

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

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

I bring the storm, all you niggaz ya boots
Better yet, pull out ya strings, a noose
Hang yaself, a deuce, deuce
Bang yaself like Bob
I'm in the hood ST tall cat
Letter ISPCO, nigga

Yes I
Yes I
Matta
Yeah,
it back

Bring it back, me, Doc, blunted
Not from there, but I'm Most Wanted
Drop and roll, my biscuit boil
is greasy, tongue with Crisco oil

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

like Knoxville, hot as Cancun
Chest hair is baboon, rip the show
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 hear them
Rat a tat,
Any nigga get out like TicTacToe

Any bitch that know, Redman 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 with the
I this rhyme off 25 blunt drags
Hear that leave a block hunchback

Killa House, understand
We ain't gon stop we "Rich bitch"
Holla back, Redman, Sigel
Killa