Luyện nghe bài hát Real Shooter

Man what the fuck this want
Shit in the morning
Calling a nigga this fucking this nigga 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 this
Yo boss them boys it
y'all 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 the cold in and murder
Not man what's important
can shoot
Y'all go for all that
But now them be with Boosie
We stomp you out a movie big curvy 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 we will do to you little rap boys who act hard
I sent an army of commandos and
Niggas who watch you all through gazelles not binoculars
Smash and go eat
at you over dinner
Focus in eyes open there's not when we in that rental

I got the real
That's in for it
Ring a bell for it
never say no
I got the shooter
in jail for it
Ring a bell for it
never 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 don't talk
I got the shooter
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 call me big dog
It don't who you is nigga
We gon get the big dog
Cut the head off the body fall like when ivy
or die
Wait on nigga since he on his fucking back
Gon saw that he quavers he had a fucking problem
5 to the face 6 to the
You know you die of Red still on my passenger side nigga

I got the real
That's in 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 chalk for me and don't talk back
I got the real
in jail for it
Ring a bell for it
never say no
I got the real

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

I got the real

(Oh that go stiffer, that body go stiffer)