Luyện nghe bài hát One Shot Deal

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

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

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

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

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

You ain't ballin', you pump 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 when coke cook
resurface, its Sig. Berkowitz, bitch I'm sick

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

I you wish you never met me like Carl Thomas
Try to forget me like all
Fuckin' with a vet be, all
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
Kept a gat movin' pigeons in the
You was strapped, positioned on the stoop
Stay strapped, put my pistol on

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 that corn nigga, 100 proof

I the storm, all you niggaz lace ya boots
Better yet, pull out ya strings, make a
yaself, here's a deuce, deuce
Bang yaself like Bob
I'm in the hood like ST 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, when my boil
Talk is greasy, tongue Crisco oil

Streets is mine, check my online
At
Bricks, two on the hip, for the sky
You and ya suit is buried 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 nose
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 Jim to open ya Cadillac door
In the you hear them guns
Rat a tat,
Any nigga get out like TicTacToe

Any bitch that know, goin' the distance
We ain't to get fucked for instance
you bust baby, gon light the insence
Pass me the rag, hop 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, understand
We gon stop till we "Rich bitch"
back, Redman, Beanie Sigel
Killa