Luyện nghe bài hát One Shot Deal

One deal, one shot, one kill
Hit you with the one skill
lift 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 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 slingin' P name
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 won't
Catch you on my second
Fresh jail, ice grill gat to smirk

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

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

You ballin', you pump 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 disappear like coke cook
resurface, its Sig. Berkowitz, bitch I'm sick

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

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

Mac take ya "Juice" like on the roof
I had ya pissin' in ya trunk a roof
Bullets hit ya chest like a blunt 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 like Cheddar Bob
I'm in the like ST tall cat
Crooked ISPCO, nigga

Yes I
Yes I
fact
Yeah,
it back

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

Streets is mine, my flow 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, rip the show
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 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 that know, Redman goin' 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 out the showroom with the pricetag
I wrote this rhyme off 25 blunt
that sound leave a block hunchback

Killa House, prick
We gon stop till we "Rich bitch"
Holla back, Redman, Sigel
House