Luyện nghe bài hát Shooter

Yea, yea, yea
Weezy y'all, (yeah)
Don't get
fire, what you know about it?
I brought my homie for the ride
He strapped, he came to come out the barrel
Rob

I heard shouts like "Down on the floor"
Then even louder we got shooters,
I turn around, I was starin' at
watches door, got security good (check)
Jumped right counter
gun at, Winky tell her
I'm shooter, shooter, shooter

My up (yeah)
My up (yeah)
They want me my hands up
Oh,
Oh,

I think they want me to
But no, I do it
But no, I do it

My up (yeah)
My up (yeah)
They want me with my up
Oh,

I think they want me to
But no, I do it
But no, I do it

So many doubt 'cause I come from the
But I open up my mouth, all bullets come out
Bang! Die bitch die I hope you bleed a lake
I'm a play x-ray, helpin' y'all see the
I'm just tryin' to be the great, tryin' to get a of cake
it offa your plate, eat it right in your face
They got a whole lot to say but I don't
Call me Weezy bitch I keep spittin', pow

With all these riches and, all these
But ain't no around
They about shooters that shooters that
Guns Girls Ladies Gunners that
Shoot shoot shoot shooter

Put my up
want me with my hands up
They want me with my up
Oh,

But I'm not
I just cry mama, I they, hey
Me think want me to surrender (Shooter)

And to the radio stations, I'm tired o' patient
Stop bein' rapper racists, region
Spectators, dictators, behind dick takers
It's
You don't know how sick you us
I want to throw up like in Vegas
But this is Southern it
If we too simple y'all don't get the basics

Lady walks a shotgun surprise (yeah)
Dropped to her knees saw her life before her
He said "Bitch is gonna get it" gon' regret it
I'm your, shooter!

My up, my hands up (yeah)
They want me with my up (yeah)
Oh,
Oh,

I try you what I am baby

My up, my hands up (yeah)
They me with my hands up (yeah)
(Sorry but me no surrender)
Oh,
Oh,

Me surrender, me no pretender

soakin' wet I been runnin' y'all
I reload, every yards I'm comin' forward
Better know me, Lil Wayne just call me
Hard, take like Tylenols, raw
Way past par, far, I'm some shit you saw
I take you to the baby win lose or draw
And then they ask who when how
And, my reply was pow!

Mama, I dey, hey, me tink dey want me to surrenda'
(Shooter, my hands up, my hands up, they me to surrender)
Mama, I dey, ey, me tink dey want me to surrenda'
(Shooter, my hands up, my hands up, want me to surrender)

No, me surrenda, no, no
I no surrenda'
I got my
And I'm your