Luyện nghe bài hát Score

[Hook: Shy
Hey little boy, Jefe ,"Go do your chores!"
These niggas whores
Wipe them out, no remorse
I might go hop in that
Go buy my new a horse
Soon as I hopped off the
I started flaming torch
He shoots! He scores!
A soon as I in the door

I
I send my to your block
(Bup bup bup bup) and score
They pass Jefe the rock
Cause they for sure Im gonna score
He shoot! He Scores!

[Verse 1: Shy
The is you doing?
be rocking that foreign
These niggas be super
They just be rapping, no
Straight at they ass like a
It could be four in the
We give no fucks what you
See, GG bitch we a army
We bust in your shit with the
Your moms could be an omelet
her ass straight out her bonnet
These be talking like bitches
Im just honest
I can not kick it with
Fuck no, Im not modest
Shorty be kicking flavor
Shorty be his paper
These niggas get them no paper
So wanna turn into haters
I put the in your neighbor
I even all the waiters
You mad you can sit at the
Bye lil' boy I'll see you

[Hook: Shy
2: Shy Glizzy]
The one and the only big
Nigga the fuck is you
Im two away from a mili
asking me, "Where is the Glizzies?"
I don't rappers [?]
You got your took by the Glizzies?
Boy shit don't look like no Glizzy
Tre-7 to heaven
My dogs they tote big Mac
I don't plan on no telling
Bet my brother ain't telling
All of my niggas, reckless
You see all of my niggas got
Fuck niggas they gonna test us
Let your ass wait for the stretcher
I can't wait to see of you rappers
Make me off my belt while you act up
My niggas come through, your back up
niggas be calling for back up
Watch out, watch out for 'Lac truck
GG QB, get your up
I only music for trappers
Now go sing your song with the pastor
Shy Glizzy]