Luyện nghe bài hát One Shot Deal

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

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

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

Bitches on the waste serve 'em
ROC without Jay work?
Shit like we ain't here, 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 on the dash
I put ya in a cast, keep my Shotty on blast
Hard heads get the picture until they see the flash

You ballin', you pump fakin' till you found in ya trunk naked
Four pound to ya like, "Where the paper?"
B. Sig, crook, I trap paper like notebook
When the hot water disappear like coke cook
Then resurface, its Sig. Berkowitz, I'm sick

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

I know you wish you never met me Carl Thomas
Try to forget me like all
Fuckin' 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 vicious as a
Kept a gat pigeons in the Coupe
You was strapped, positioned on the stoop
strapped, put my pistol on shoot

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

Yes I
Yes I
Matta
Yeah,
Bring it

Bring it back, me, Doc, blunted
Not from there, but I'm Philly Wanted
Drop and roll, my biscuit boil
Talk is greasy, 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, me to dive
Wee, I go, no parachute

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

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

Any bitch that know, Redman goin' the
We ain't tryin' to get for instance
When you bust baby, gon the insence
Pass me the rag, hop in the Jag
I stole out the with the pricetag
I this rhyme off 25 blunt drags
Hear that leave a block hunchback

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