Luyện nghe bài hát Real Shooter

Man what the fuck this nigga
Shit in the morning
Calling a nigga this fucking this nigga him crazy

Phone rang it's my nigga G tryna get some
Boss man what's happening ya nigga
Let me clear the
Yo I got it but not instance
Yo boss them slipped it
Before y'all get in position we gon him and we gon flip him
We ain't if they come get us on the statement
my lawyer
You Jason on the way when the cold in and murder
Not talking man important
can shoot
Y'all go for all that
But now them boys be Boosie
We stomp you out like a movie big and 20 uzi's
with us boy you stupid
We and we all go use it
Fuck with us y'all go it
We won street wars
So no telling what we will do to you little rap boys who act hard
I sent an of commandos and Rambos
Niggas who you all night through gazelles not binoculars
Smash and go eat
Laugh at you dinner
Focus in eyes open there's not when we in that rental

I got the real
in jail for it
Ring a bell for it
They'll say no
I got the shooter
That's in for it
a nigga bell for it
They'll say no
I got the shooter
Lay by your for you
Or set the off for you
Or make some white chalk for me and don't talk
I got the real
in jail for it
Ring a nigga for it
never say no
I got the shooter

I know a man
I an old dog
niggas love me
They me they big dog
It matter who you is nigga
We gon get the big dog
Cut the head off the body fall like ivy dive
or die
Wait on that nigga since he on his back
Gon saw that he quavers he had a fucking problem
5 to the face 6 to the
You know you die of Rover Red still on my side nigga

I got the real
in jail for it
Ring a nigga for it
never say no
I got the shooter
That's in for it
a nigga bell for it
They'll say no
I got the shooter
Lay by your for you
Or set the off for you
Or make some white chalk for me and don't talk
I got the real
That's in for it
Ring a nigga for it
never say no
I got the shooter

Shoot em up bang (you better run from em)
You better run it (you better run)
You run from it (you better run)
We got that money
I got the real
(You run from 'em)
(You run from 'em)
We got that money
I got the shooter
They like homework (they do their homework)
They their homework (they like their homework)
They do their homework (they like homework)
I got the real
They like homework (they do their homework)
do their homework (they like their homework)
They like homework
I got the shooter
We known riding on the hunt a rocket launch
On my lap my strap my pocket monster
We known riding on the hunt a rocket launch
On my lap there's my strap my pocket
Raise some sick niggas with some sick waves
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang,
round some sick niggas with some sick waves
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang,

I got the real

(Oh body go stiffer, that body go stiffer)