Luyện nghe bài hát Shooter

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

I heard some shouts "Down on the floor"
even louder we got shooters, shooter
I turn around, I was at chrome
Shotgun watches door, got good (check)
Jumped right over
Pointed gun at, tell her
I'm gon' shooter, shooter,

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

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

My up (yeah)
My up (yeah)
They me with my hands 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 when I open up my mouth, all come out
Bang! Die nigga die I hope you bleed a lake
I'm a x-ray, helpin' y'all see the fake
I'm tryin' to be the great, tryin' to get a piece of cake
Take it offa your plate, eat it in your face
got a whole lot to say but I don't listen
Call me Weezy bitch I keep spittin', pow

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

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

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

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

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

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

I try tell you what I am

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

Me won't surrender, me no

Sock soakin' wet I runnin' y'all
I reload, hundred 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 you to the shootout baby win lose or draw
And then they ask who where how
And, my reply was pow!

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

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