Luyện nghe bài hát Real Shooter

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

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

I got the real
in jail for it
Ring a bell for it
They'll say no
I got the real
That's in for it
Ring a nigga for it
never say no
I got the shooter
Lay by your 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
a nigga bell for it
They'll say no
I got the real

I a man myth
I an old dog
These niggas me
They me they big dog
It don't matter who you is
We gon get the big dog
Cut the head off the body like when ivy dive
or die
Wait on nigga 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 passenger side

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

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