Luyện nghe bài hát Score

[Hook: Shy
Hey little boy, Jefe ,"Go do your chores!"
These some whores
them out, show no remorse
I might go hop in that
Go buy my new a horse
Soon as I hopped off the
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
gonna pass Jefe the rock
Cause they know for sure Im gonna
He shoot! He Scores!

1: Shy Glizzy]
The is you doing?
Jefe be rocking foreign
These niggas be super
They just be rapping, no
Straight at ass like a storm
It be four in the morning
We no fucks what you doing
See, GG we just a army
We bust in your shit with the
Your moms could be an omelet
her ass straight out her bonnet
These niggas be like bitches
Im being honest
I can not it with snitches
Fuck no, Im not modest
Shorty be kicking this
Shorty be getting his
These niggas can't get 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 boy I'll see you later

Shy Glizzy]
2: Shy Glizzy]
The one and the only big
Nigga the fuck is you
Im two away from a mili
asking me, "Where is the Glizzies?"
I accept rappers [?]
You got your shit by the Glizzies?
Boy this don't look like no Glizzy
Tre-7 to heaven
My dogs they tote big Mac
I don't on doing no telling
Bet my brother ain't telling
All of my niggas, reckless
You see all of my niggas got
Fuck niggas they gonna test us
Let your stupid ass wait for the
I can't wait to see of you rappers
Make me take off my belt you act up
My niggas through, beat your back up
Your be calling for back up
Watch out, out for that 'Lac truck
GG QB, get sack up
I only music for trappers
Now go your last song with the pastor
[Hook: Shy