Luyện nghe bài hát One Shot Deal

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

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

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

Bitches on the waste serve 'em
ROC without Jay won't
Shit like we ain't here, like SP ain't here
How niggaz can't see that clear? Clear?
Yeah, slow all the way down young

Pump ya real fast, before ya crash
Crack ya on the dash
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 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 ass like Dama, Sig. heat that ass like sauna
ya body out like recliner
Stretch my finger to your honor
Like, "Fuck the world", that's my persona, drama
Drop a like Osama, you vagina

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

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

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

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

Yes I
Yes I
fact
Yeah,
it back

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

Streets is mine, check my 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 Knoxville, hot as Cancun
Chest is baboon, Redman rip the show
I be the raw in ya bitches
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 ya Cadillac door
In the Bricks you them guns
Rat a tat,
Any nigga get X'ed out TicTacToe

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

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