Luyện nghe bài hát Shooter

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

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

My up (yeah)
My up (yeah)
They want me with my 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)
want me with my hands 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 nigga 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, to get a piece of cake
Take it offa your plate, eat it right in your
They got a whole lot to say but I listen
Call me automatic Weezy I keep spittin', pow

With all these riches and, all these
But no looters around
They thinkin' shooters that shooters that
Guns Girls Ladies that 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 cry mama, I think they, hey
Me think want me to surrender (Shooter)

And to the radio stations, I'm tired o' being
Stop rapper racists, region haters
Spectators, dictators, door dick takers
outrageous
You know how sick you make us
I want to throw up like in Vegas
But is Southern face it
If we too simple then y'all don't get the

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

My hands up, my up (yeah)
They me with my hands 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 won't surrender, me no

Sock soakin' wet I runnin' y'all
I reload, every hundred yards I'm forward
know me, Lil Wayne just call me lord
Hard, take like Tylenols, raw
Way past par, far, I'm some you never saw
I you to the shootout baby win lose or draw
And then they ask who where how
And, my was simply pow!

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

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