Luyện nghe bài hát One Shot Deal

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I know you wish you never met me like 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", position in the
As a young scrap, I was as a youth
a gat movin' pigeons in the Coupe
You was strapped, then on the stoop
Stay strapped, put my on shoot

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

I bring the storm, all you lace ya boots
Better yet, pull out ya strings, a noose
Hang yaself, here's a deuce,
yaself like Cheddar Bob
I'm in the hood ST tall cat
Crooked Letter ISPCO,

Yes I
Yes I
Matta
Yeah,
it back

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

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

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

I know, I be with a double 4, 4
And a Slim Jim to open ya door
In the you hear them guns
Rat a tat,
Any nigga get out like TicTacToe

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

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