Luyện nghe bài hát One Shot Deal

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I know you wish you never met me like Thomas
Try to forget me all silence
with a vet be, all problems
I'm not the threats B, I'm all promise

"The Truth", position in the booth
As a scrap, I was vicious as a youth
Kept a gat pigeons in the Coupe
You was strapped, positioned on the stoop
strapped, put my pistol on shoot

Mac take ya "Juice" like Bishop on the
I had ya pissin' in ya trunk a roof
hit ya chest like a blunt rolled loose
I'm that corn nigga, 100 proof

I bring the storm, all you lace ya boots
Better yet, pull out ya strings, a noose
Hang yaself, here's a deuce,
Bang like Cheddar Bob
I'm in the like ST tall cat
Crooked Letter ISPCO,

Yes I
Yes I
Matta
Yeah,
it back

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

Streets is mine, 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

Jackass like Knoxville, hot as
Chest hair is baboon, rip the show
I be the raw in ya nose
She be to the bathroom, sniffin' 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 nigga get out like TicTacToe

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

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