Luyện nghe bài hát 9 Shots

Fifty,
Ferrari,
Shooter,

I was then, I ain't do no wrong
She said, "you mommy man," I said, "yep, uh huh"
She was everything to me, when she came, I lit up
Sunday I was so sharp, all did up
It was hustlin', they killed her for that
The first shot, wound in my back
I'm fucked up, at my sneakers, I'm fucked up
Now I'm on my own, mommy
Sam said, "you a boy, why your clothes look so old?
You don't fish, little nigga, you need a pole
You don't need no new kicks, you an O"
Chop that, bag it, get back at it
That me, it hit me in my heart
I'm a hustler, homie, you was giving me my
I am what I am, Sabrina's baby
Practicing in the mirror, out my .380
Oh man, I fucked up gonna kill me
Whenever shit can go wrong it will, see
Seven of cocaine, three grams of dope
Saint Mary medallion hanging from my
Try to punk me and my gun
Look, I'm control, my gun go
Off it's legal, call the cops, you need to
'em my description, I ain't bullshittin'
My high sweetheart love didn't last long
Niggas start flashing that bread and she was
That hurt me like the bullet in my calf
My next was a pain in the ass
I got two left, in case niggas try to get me
nine shots, we just call it fifty

Mama said the Lord gon' us
said, mama said
Mama said the Lord bless us
Then in the landlord, beef, and the stresses
Mama said the Lord gon' us
Mama said, mama
Mama said the Lord gon' us
The dope bought the the food stamps couldn't get us
Mama said the Lord bless us
what mama said, that's what mama said