Luyện nghe bài hát Real Shooter

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

rang it's my nigga G tryna get some vick
Boss man what's with ya nigga
Let me clear the
Yo I got it but not instance
Yo them boys slipped it
Before 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
Anybody can
go for all that shit
But now them boys be with
We stomp you out like a movie big and 20 uzi's
with us boy you stupid
We and we all go use it
Fuck us y'all go lose it
We won wars nigga
So ain't no telling what we will do to you little rap boys who act
I an army of commandos and Rambos
Niggas who watch you all night 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 shooter
in jail for it
Ring a bell for it
never say no
I got the real
in jail for it
Ring a nigga 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
in jail for it
Ring a nigga for it
They'll say no
I got the real

I know a man
I an old dog
These love me
They me they big dog
It matter 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 problem
5 to the face 6 to the
You you die of Rover Red still on my passenger side nigga

I got the real
That's in for it
Ring a nigga 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 house for you
Or set the off for you
Or make some white chalk for me and don't talk
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 run from it (you better run)
You better run from it (you run)
We got bond money
I got the real
(You better run 'em)
(You run from 'em)
We got that money
I got the shooter
They like homework (they do their homework)
They their homework (they like their homework)
do their 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 homework
I got the real
We known on the hunt with a rocket launch
On my lap my strap my pocket monster
We riding on the hunt with a rocket launch
On my lap there's my strap my monster
Raise round some 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 real

(Oh that body go stiffer, body go stiffer)