Luyện nghe bài hát Real Shooter

Man what the fuck nigga want
4:30 in the morning
Calling a nigga this fucking early this him crazy

Phone rang my nigga G tryna get some vick
man what's happening with ya nigga
Let me clear the
Yo I got it but not instance
Yo boss them boys it
Before get in position we gon stalk him and we gon flip him
We ain't talking if they get us on the statement
Where's my
You Jason on the way when the cold in and murder
Not talking man what's
Anybody can
Y'all go for all shit
But now them boys be with
We stomp you out like a big curvy and 20 uzi's
Fuck with us boy you
We and we all go use it
Fuck with us go lose it
We won street nigga
So ain't no telling what we do to you little rap boys who act hard
I an army of commandos and Rambos
Niggas who watch you all night through gazelles not
and go eat tilapia
Laugh at you over
Focus in eyes open there's not when we in that rental

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

I a man myth
I an old dog
niggas love me
They me they big dog
It don't who you is nigga
We gon get the big dog
Cut the head off the fall like when ivy dive
or die
Wait on that since he on his fucking back
Gon saw that he quavers since he had a problem
5 to the 6 to the body
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
They'll say no
I got the shooter
That's in for it
Ring a nigga for it
never say no
I got the shooter
Lay by house for you
Or set the off for you
Or some white chalk for me and don't talk back
I got the real
That's in for it
Ring a nigga for it
never say no
I got the real

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