Luyện nghe bài hát Score

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

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

[Verse 1: Shy
The fuck is you
Jefe be that foreign
niggas be super boring
They just be rapping, no
Straight at they ass like a
It could be in the morning
We no fucks what you doing
See, GG we just a army
We bust in your shit with the
Your could be making an omelet
Shot her ass straight out her
These niggas be like bitches
Im being honest
I can not kick it with
Fuck no, Im not modest
be kicking this flavor
Shorty be his paper
These niggas get them no paper
So they wanna turn into
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
[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 by the Glizzies?
Boy this shit don't like no Glizzy
Tre-7 to heaven
My dogs tote big Mac 11's
I plan on doing no telling
Bet my brother ain't telling
All of my niggas, reckless
You see all of my got necklaces
Fuck think they gonna test us
Let your stupid ass wait for the
I can't wait to see some of you
Make me off my belt while you act up
My niggas through, beat your back up
Your niggas be calling for up
Watch out, watch out for that truck
GG QB, get sack up
I only make music for
Now go sing your last song with the
[Hook: Shy