Luyện nghe bài hát Score

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

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

[Verse 1: Shy
The is you doing?
Jefe be rocking that
These be super boring
They just be rapping, no
Straight at they ass a storm
It be four in the morning
We give no what you doing
See, GG bitch we a army
We bust in your shit with the
Your could be making an omelet
Shot her ass out her bonnet
niggas be talking like bitches
Im just honest
I can not kick it snitches
no, Im not being modest
Shorty be kicking flavor
be getting his paper
These niggas get them no paper
So they wanna turn haters
I put the food in neighbor
I tipped 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 only big
Nigga the fuck is you
Im two stops away from a
They 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 tote big Mac 11's
I plan on doing no telling
Bet my brother ain't telling
All of my niggas, they
You see all of my got necklaces
Fuck niggas they gonna test us
Let your stupid ass for the stretcher
I can't wait to see some of you
Make me off my belt while you act up
My niggas come through, beat your up
niggas be calling for back up
Watch out, watch out for that truck
GG QB, get sack up
I make music for trappers
Now go your last song with the pastor
[Hook: Shy