Luyện nghe bài hát Real Shooter

Man what the fuck nigga want
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 with ya
Let me the business
Yo I got it but not this
Yo them boys slipped it
Before get in position we gon stalk him and we gon flip him
We ain't talking if they come get us on the
my lawyer
You know Jason on the way when the cold in and
Not talking man important
can shoot
Y'all go for all shit
But now boys be with 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 go lose it
We won wars nigga
So ain't no telling what we will do to you rap boys who act hard
I an army of commandos and Rambos
Niggas who watch you all night gazelles not binoculars
and go eat tilapia
Laugh at you dinner
Focus in eyes there's not laughing when we in that rental

I got the shooter
in jail for it
Ring a bell for it
They'll say no
I got the shooter
in jail for it
Ring a nigga for it
They'll say no
I got the real
Lay by your for you
Or set the off for you
Or make some white chalk for me and talk back
I got the real
in jail for it
Ring a nigga for it
never say no
I got the shooter

I a man myth
I an old dog
These niggas me
call me they big dog
It don't who you is nigga
We gon get the big dog
Cut the head off the body fall when ivy dive
or die
Wait on nigga since he on his fucking back
Gon saw he quavers since he had a fucking problem
5 to the face 6 to the
You know you die of Rover Red still on my passenger nigga

I got the real
in jail for it
Ring a bell for it
They'll say no
I got the real
in jail for it
Ring a nigga for it
They'll say no
I got the shooter
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 bell for it
never say no
I got the shooter

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

I got the shooter

(Oh that go stiffer, that body go stiffer)