Luyện nghe bài hát Shooter

Yea, yea, yea
Weezy y'all, (yeah)
get shot
Rapid fire, you know about it?
I my homie along for the ride
He strapped, he came here to come out the
Rob

I heard some like "Down on the floor"
Then louder we got shooters, shooter
I around, I was starin' at chrome
Shotgun watches door, got good (check)
Jumped right counter
Pointed gun at, Winky her
I'm gon' shooter, shooter,

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

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

So doubt 'cause I come from the South
But when I open up my mouth, all come out
Bang! Die bitch nigga die I hope you a lake
I'm a play x-ray, helpin' y'all see the
I'm tryin' to be the great, tryin' to get a piece of cake
Take it your plate, eat it right in your face
They got a whole lot to say but I listen
Call me automatic Weezy bitch I spittin', pow

With all these riches and, all these
But no looters around
They about shooters that shooters that
Guns Girls Ladies Gunners that
shoot shoot shoot shooter

Put my up
They want me my hands up
They me with my hands 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 rapper racists, region haters
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 then don't get the basics

Lady into a shotgun surprise (yeah)
Dropped to her knees saw her before her eyes
He "Bitch is gonna get it" everybody 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 hands up, my up (yeah)
want 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 just call me lord
Hard, take pain Tylenols, raw
Way past par, far, I'm some you never saw
I take you to the shootout baby win or draw
And they ask who when where how
And, my reply was pow!

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

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