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 it's 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 if they come get us on the statement
Where's my
You Jason on the way when the cold in and murder
Not talking man important
Anybody can
Y'all go for all shit
But now boys be with 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 us y'all 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 commandos and
who watch you all night through gazelles not binoculars
Smash and go eat
Laugh at you dinner
Focus in eyes open there's not laughing when we in rental

I got the shooter
That's in for it
Ring a nigga for it
They'll 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 white chalk for me and talk back
I got the real
That's in for it
Ring a nigga for it
never say no
I got the real

I know a man
I an old dog
These niggas 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 like when ivy dive
or die
Wait on that nigga since he on his fucking
Gon saw he quavers since he had a fucking 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
Ring a bell for it
never say no
I got the real
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 talk back
I got the real
in jail for it
Ring a nigga for it
never say no
I got the shooter

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