Luyện nghe bài hát Score

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

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

[Verse 1: Shy
The fuck is you
Jefe be rocking foreign
These niggas be boring
They be rapping, no touring
at they ass like a storm
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
Shot her ass straight out her
niggas be talking like bitches
Im just being
I can not it with snitches
no, Im not being modest
Shorty be kicking flavor
Shorty be his paper
These niggas get them no paper
So they wanna turn haters
I put the in your neighbor
I even tipped all the
You mad you can sit at the
Bye lil' boy see you later

Shy Glizzy]
[Verse 2: Shy
The one and the big glizzy
Nigga the fuck is you
Im two away from a mili
asking me, "Where is the Glizzies?"
I don't rappers [?]
You got shit took by the Glizzies?
Boy this shit don't like no Glizzy
Forever Tre-7 to
My they tote big Mac 11's
I don't on doing no telling
Bet whatever my brother telling
All of my niggas, reckless
You see all of my got necklaces
niggas think they gonna test us
Let your stupid ass wait for the
I can't wait to see some of you
Make me take off my while you act up
My niggas come through, your back up
Your niggas be for back up
Watch out, watch out for that truck
GG QB, get sack up
I only music for trappers
Now go sing your last song with the
[Hook: Shy