Luyện nghe bài hát Real Shooter

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

Phone rang it's my nigga G tryna get vick
Boss man what's with ya nigga
Let me the business
Yo I got it but not this
Yo them boys slipped it
Before y'all get in position we gon him and we gon flip him
We talking if they come get us on the statement
my lawyer
You know Jason on the way when the in and murder
Not man what's important
Anybody can
Y'all go for all that
But now them boys be with
We stomp you out like a movie big curvy and 20
Fuck with us boy you
We and we all go use it
Fuck with us y'all go it
We won street nigga
So ain't no telling what we do to you little rap boys who act hard
I sent an army of commandos and
Niggas who watch you all night through 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 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 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 chalk for me and don't back
I got the real
in jail for it
Ring a bell for it
They'll say no
I got the real

I a man myth
I an old dog
These 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 ivy dive
or die
Wait on that nigga since he on his fucking
Gon saw that he quavers since he had a fucking
5 to the face 6 to the
You know you die of Rover Red on my passenger side nigga

I got the real
That's in for it
a nigga 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 make some white chalk for me and don't back
I got the real
That's in for it
Ring a bell for it
They'll say no
I got the real

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