Luyện nghe bài hát Score

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

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

[Verse 1: Shy
The fuck is you
Jefe be rocking that
niggas be super boring
They just be rapping, no
Straight at ass like a storm
It be four in the morning
We give no fucks you doing
See, GG bitch we a army
We bust in your shit with the
Your moms be making an omelet
Shot her ass out her bonnet
These niggas be like bitches
Im being honest
I can not it with snitches
no, Im not being modest
Shorty be kicking flavor
be getting his paper
These niggas get them no paper
So they turn into haters
I put the in your neighbor
I even tipped all the
You mad you can sit at the
Bye boy I'll see you later

[Hook: Shy
[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 accept rappers [?]
You got your shit by the Glizzies?
Boy this shit don't look like no
Forever Tre-7 to
My dogs tote big Mac 11's
I plan on doing no telling
Bet whatever my brother ain't
All of my niggas, they
You see all of my got necklaces
Fuck think they gonna test us
Let your ass wait for the stretcher
I wait to see some of you rappers
Make me take off my while you act up
My niggas through, beat your back up
Your niggas be for back up
Watch out, watch out for 'Lac truck
GG QB, get sack up
I only music for trappers
Now go sing your song with the pastor
[Hook: Shy