Luyện nghe bài hát Shooter

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

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

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

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

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

I think they me to surrender
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 bullets out
Bang! Die bitch nigga die I you bleed a lake
I'm a play x-ray, helpin' see the fake
I'm just tryin' to be the great, tryin' to get a piece of
Take it offa your plate, eat it right in face
They got a lot to say but I don't listen
me automatic Weezy bitch I keep spittin', pow

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sock soakin' wet I been y'all
I reload, every hundred I'm comin' forward
Better know me, Lil just call me lord
Hard, pain like Tylenols, raw
Way past par, far, I'm some you never saw
I take you to the shootout baby win lose or
And then they ask who where how
And, my was simply 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 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 no surrenda'
I got my
And I'm shooter