Luyện nghe bài hát Score

[Hook: Shy
Hey little boy, Jefe ,"Go do your chores!"
These some whores
Wipe them out, no remorse
I might go hop in 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 my goons to your block
(Bup bup bup bup) and score
They gonna Jefe the rock
Cause they know for sure Im gonna
He shoot! He Scores!

1: Shy Glizzy]
The is you doing?
Jefe be that foreign
These be super boring
They just be rapping, no
Straight at they ass a storm
It be four in the morning
We give no fucks you doing
See, GG bitch we a army
We bust in your with the tommy's
moms could be making an omelet
Shot her ass straight out her
These niggas be talking like
Im just honest
I can not kick it snitches
Fuck no, Im not being
Shorty be kicking flavor
Shorty be getting his
These can't get them no paper
So they wanna into haters
I put the food in your
I even tipped all the
You mad you can sit at the
Bye boy I'll see you later

Shy Glizzy]
[Verse 2: Shy
The one and the big glizzy
the fuck is you silly?
Im two away from a mili
asking me, "Where is the Glizzies?"
I accept rappers [?]
You got shit took by the Glizzies?
Boy this shit look like no Glizzy
Tre-7 to heaven
My dogs they 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 niggas they gonna test us
Let stupid ass wait for the stretcher
I wait to see some of you rappers
Make me take off my while you act up
My come through, beat your back up
Your be calling for back up
out, watch out for that 'Lac truck
GG QB, get your up
I make music for trappers
Now go sing your last with the pastor
Shy Glizzy]