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 to me, when she came, I just lit up
Sunday I was so sharp, all did up
It was welfare hustlin', they her for that
The first shot, bullet in my back
I'm fucked up, at my sneakers, I'm fucked up
Now I'm on my own, gone
Sam said, "you a young boy, why clothes look so old?
You don't fish, little nigga, you need a pole
You don't need no new kicks, you an O"
that, bag it, get right 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 only
in the mirror, pulling out my .380
Oh man, I fucked up nana gonna me
Whenever shit can go wrong it will, see
Seven grams of cocaine, three of dope
Saint Mary medallion hanging my rope
Try to me and my gun smoke
Look, I'm control, my gun go
Off like legal, call the cops, you need to
Give 'em my description, I ain't
My high school sweetheart didn't last long
Niggas start flashing that bread and she was
That hurt me like the bullet in my then
My next was a pain in the ass
I got two shots left, in niggas try to get me
nine shots, we just call it fifty

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