Luyện nghe bài hát Rich Shooters

[Intro: Q Da
Bow, bow
Rich shooter, uh, shooter
Yeah,
Yeah, hundred goon
Uh, I'm Herwin on the spoon
I'm

1: Q Da Fool]
Fuck your shooter, heard his on safety
I might double and bubble wrap your wife and baby
I've poppin' rubber bands, rubber bands done drove me crazy
I can't fuck with rappers, I ain't been feelin' rappers
In and out of jail, I swear them crackers drove me
I might a nigga, I might give his mother daisies
in peace Bob 'cause that's how Bob raised me
He was fuckin' with dope, Medellin, we was wavy
Fuck a deal, 'cause the bricks and scales really me
Coulda been in Mercedes, 12 tryna frame me
Outside with the junkies, 50s, we go monkey
I really dropped broad day
I'ma show 'em how the mob
Get up close, personal, my shit face to (Face to face)
You could pick a time, you could pick a place, I'ma the case (Fuck nigga)
Finesse plug, finesse buy you everything (I do everything)
I know one thing, I ain't ever buyin' no ring (Fuck that bitch)
Y'all was ridin' dicks, I was doin' better things
time I called my mother locked up, she said, You better swing
Attempted murder, I was 15 with a 17 with a big
I run all in this (Man, why?) 'Cause the bitch green (Man, fuck that nigga)

[Chorus: Shy
I appreciate your moments I never had nothin'
to be a crash dummy, nah, now get that fast money
I remember she was stallin', now she got ass jumpin'
Me, my niggas, we be ballin', we wait to buy somethin'
I'm a rich shooter, baby, I'm a rich
We some shooters, baby, we some rich shooters
3 got the and that bitch came with a ruler (Goddamn, goddamn)
We the fuckin' rich shooters, fuck these niggas, some losers

2: Shy Glizzy]
I was built to win, no I ever ever lose
Bitch, they me Jefe with a mothafuckin' tool (Young Jefe, holmes)
They act like they fuck with me, they watch my every move
Bitch, it's me and Q Da Fool, we ain't with you, too
You ain't no fuckin' stepper, where your weapon?
First gun I shot it was a .38 special
GG to the world, bro, we're on another level (GG for life)
And it's long live 30, bitch, I scream that shit (30, 30)
Bitch I'm ridin' on in a fuckin' R8 (Skrrt)
You can come and get an eight or get a whole plate
I don't need a extendo, F&N is on my waist
And I don't even a memo, I just get your ass erased
We like the UPS for bills, yeah, do the
My bitch, she like Chanel, got all the and all the heels
Where I'm they like to kill, keep that chopper by the wheel
I seen some tell, bow, bow, go to Hell

[Chorus: Shy
I your moments 'cause I never had nothin'
Used to be a dummy, nah, now get that fast money
I remember she was stallin', now she got ass jumpin'
Me, my niggas, we be ballin', we can't to buy somethin'
I'm a shooter, baby, I'm a rich shooter
We some rich shooters, baby, we rich shooters
3 got the Macky and that bitch came with a (Goddamn, goddamn)
We the fuckin' shooters, fuck these niggas, they some losers