Luyện nghe bài hát One Shot Deal

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

Who the black and back 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 Dirt
Concealed hammer won't jam or chirp
Catch you on my merk
outta jail, ice grill gat to smirk

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

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

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

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

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

Mac take ya "Juice" like on the roof
I had ya pissin' in ya trunk 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
Better yet, pull out ya strings, a noose
yaself, here's a deuce, deuce
Bang yaself like Bob
I'm in the hood like ST cat
Crooked Letter ISPCO,

Yes I
Yes I
Matta
Yeah,
Bring it

it back, me, Doc, America's blunted
Not from there, but I'm Philly Most
Drop and roll, my biscuit boil
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, dare me to
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 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 ya Cadillac door
In the Bricks you them guns
Rat a tat,
Any get X'ed out like TicTacToe

Any bitch that know, goin' the distance
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 showroom with the
I wrote this off 25 blunt drags
Hear that leave a block hunchback

Killa House, understand
We gon stop till we "Rich bitch"
Holla back, Redman, Beanie
House