Luyện nghe bài hát Real Shooter

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

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

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

I a man myth
I an old dog
These love me
They call me big dog
It matter 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 nigga since he on his back
Gon saw that he quavers since he had a fucking
5 to the 6 to the body
You know you die of Rover Red still on my side nigga

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

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

I got the shooter

(Oh that go stiffer, that body go stiffer)