Luyện nghe bài hát One Shot Deal

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I know you you never met me like Carl Thomas
Try to me like all silence
Fuckin' a vet be, all problems
I'm not about the B, I'm all promise

"The Truth", position in the booth
As a young scrap, I was vicious as a
Kept a gat pigeons in the Coupe
You was strapped, then positioned on the
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 like a blunt rolled loose
I'm that corn nigga, 100 proof

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

Yes I
Yes I
fact
Yeah,
Bring it

Bring it back, me, Doc, blunted
Not from there, but I'm Philly Wanted
Drop and roll, when my biscuit
Talk is greasy, tongue with 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

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

I know, I be strapped with a 4, 4
And a Slim Jim to ya Cadillac door
In the Bricks you hear guns
Rat a tat,
Any nigga get X'ed out like

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

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