Luyện nghe bài hát Score

[Hook: Shy
Hey little boy, Jefe said ,"Go do chores!"
niggas some whores
Wipe them out, show no
I might go hop in that
Go buy my new bitch a
Soon as I off the porch
I started that torch
He shoots! He scores!
A soon as I in the door

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

1: Shy Glizzy]
The fuck is you
Jefe be rocking foreign
niggas be super boring
They just be rapping, no
Straight at they ass a storm
It could be four in the
We give no fucks what you
See, GG bitch we just a
We bust in your shit the tommy's
Your could be making an omelet
Shot her ass out her bonnet
These niggas be talking bitches
Im being honest
I can not it with snitches
Fuck no, Im not being
be kicking this flavor
Shorty be his paper
niggas can't get them no paper
So wanna turn into haters
I put the food in your
I even all the waiters
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
They me, "Where is the Glizzies?"
I accept rappers [?]
You got your shit took by the
Boy this don't look like no Glizzy
Forever Tre-7 to
My dogs they tote big Mac
I don't plan on no telling
Bet whatever my brother telling
All of my niggas, they
You see all of my got necklaces
Fuck niggas they gonna test us
Let your stupid ass wait for the
I can't wait to see some of you
me take off my belt while you act up
My niggas come through, beat your up
Your niggas be for back up
Watch out, watch out for that 'Lac
GG QB, get sack up
I only make music for
Now go sing your last song the pastor
[Hook: Shy