Luyện nghe bài hát Real Shooter

Man what the fuck this want
Shit 4:30 in the
a nigga this fucking early this nigga 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 boss boys slipped it
Before y'all get in we gon stalk him and we gon flip him
We talking if they come get us on the statement
my lawyer
You know on the way when the cold in and murder
Not man what's important
Anybody can
Y'all go for all shit
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
with us y'all go lose it
We won street nigga
So ain't no telling what we will do to you little rap who act hard
I an army of commandos and Rambos
Niggas who watch you all night through gazelles not
and go eat tilapia
Laugh at you over
Focus in eyes open 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 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 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 real

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

I got the real
in jail for it
Ring a nigga for it
never say no
I got the shooter
in jail for it
Ring a nigga for it
never say no
I got the shooter
Lay by house for you
Or set the off for you
Or make some chalk for me and don't talk back
I got the real
That's in for it
a nigga 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 better run it (you better run)
We got that money
I got the shooter
(You run from 'em)
(You run from 'em)
We got that money
I got the real
They like homework (they do their homework)
like their homework (they like their homework)
They do homework (they like their homework)
I got the shooter
They like their (they do their homework)
do their homework (they like their homework)
They like their
I got the shooter
We known riding on the hunt with a rocket
On my lap my strap my pocket monster
We known riding on the hunt a rocket launch
On my lap there's my strap my monster
Raise some sick niggas with some sick waves
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang,
Raise round some sick with some sick 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)