Luyện nghe bài hát Score

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

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
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 we just a army
We bust in your shit with the
moms could be making an omelet
Shot her ass straight out her
These niggas be talking bitches
Im just honest
I can not it with snitches
Fuck no, Im not being
Shorty be kicking flavor
be getting his paper
These can't get them no paper
So they wanna turn haters
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

Shy Glizzy]
[Verse 2: Shy
The one and the only big
the fuck is you silly?
Im two stops away from a
They me, "Where is the Glizzies?"
I don't accept [?]
You got your shit took by the
Boy this shit don't look like no
Forever to heaven
My dogs tote big Mac 11's
I don't on doing no telling
Bet whatever my brother telling
All of my niggas, reckless
You see all of my niggas got
Fuck think they gonna test us
Let your ass wait for the stretcher
I can't wait to see some of you
me take off my belt while you act up
My niggas come through, beat back up
Your niggas be for back up
Watch out, out for that 'Lac truck
GG QB, get sack up
I only make for trappers
Now go sing your last song with the
[Hook: Shy