Luyện nghe bài hát Lil Weapons

Now Terry got a gun he got from the store
He bought it the money he got from his chores
He robbed a candy shop, told her, Lay down on the
Put the cookies in the bag, take the pennies out the

Lil' Khalil got a gun he got the rebels
To kill the infidels and the American
A bomb on his waist, a on his face
Prays five a day and listens to heavy metal

Alex got a gun he took from his dad
That he snuck in the is his black book bag
His nail polish, black boots and black hat
He gon' blow away the bully that pushed his ass

weapon
Little
Little
Little

I another man today
Shot him in his back as he ran
Then I up his house wit a hand grenade
Cut his wife throat as she put her hands to

Just more dogs, then we can get a soccer ball"
That's my commander say
How old? Well I'm ten, eleven
fightin' since I was like six or seven

Now I don't know 'bout where I'm from
But I I strike fear everywhere I come
want me dead so I wear my gun
I really want the rocket but I'm still too young

This candy give me not to fear no one
To feel no and hear no tongue
So I no screams and I shed no tear
If I'm in your dreams, then your end is near, you

Little weapon, little weapon, weapon, we're callin' you
There's a war, if the guns are just too for you
find you somethin' small to use
Little weapon, weapon, little weapon, we need you now, pow

Little

Now comes the march of the boy brigade
A macaw parade of the he made
And in shades, who look half his age
About half the size of the flags they

And suits made to fit youths
'Cause the one off of soldiers hang a lil' loose
AK-47s that they shootin' into heaven
Like they tryin' kill a Jetson that struggles little

Cute, smileless, heartless,
destroyed, devoid of all childish ways
Can't their own names
Or read the words that's on their own

you gangsta, popped a few rounds?
These kids'll come through and murder a whole
sit back and smoke and watch it burn down
The graves get the further we go down

Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon, callin' you
There's a war, if the are just too tall for you
We'll find you small to use
Little weapon, little weapon, weapon, we need you now, pow

Imagine if I had to
The families of those slain I slayed on consoles
I, aim my hole, right trigger to
Press up and Y, one less nigga

B for the bombs, press for your moms
Make the room silent, she don't approve with violent
She leave, resume
Start in heart, subpar sharp wizardry

On next part I, insert
To sweeten up the little person's murder
Artillery work fo', C I A A
A operative, a operate to all day

I hold the controller to the soldier
weapons on his shoulders, he's only seconds older
Than me, me, playful but
Now keep that on for on line experience

Little weapon, weapon, little weapon, we're callin' you
a war, if the guns are just too tall for you
We'll you somethin' small to use
Little weapon, weapon, little weapon, we need you now

Little weapon, little weapon, weapon, we're callin' you
There's a war, if the are just too tall for you
We'll find you somethin' to use
weapon, little weapon, little weapon, we need you now, pow