Luyện nghe bài hát Shooter

Yea, yea, yea
Weezy y'all, (yeah)
get shot
Rapid fire, what you 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"
even louder we got shooters, shooter
I turn around, I was starin' at
Shotgun watches door, got security (check)
Jumped over counter
gun at, Winky tell her
I'm shooter, shooter, shooter

My up (yeah)
My up (yeah)
want me with my hands 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)
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 from the South
But when I open up my mouth, all come out
Bang! Die bitch nigga die I hope you bleed a
I'm a play x-ray, y'all see the fake
I'm just tryin' to be the great, to get a piece of cake
it offa your plate, eat it right in your 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 these
But ain't no looters
thinkin' about shooters that shooters that
Guns Girls Ladies that that
Shoot shoot shoot shooter

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

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

And to the stations, I'm tired o' being patient
bein' rapper racists, region haters
Spectators, dictators, behind door takers
outrageous
You know how sick you make us
I want to throw up like chips in
But this is Southern it
If we too simple then don't get the basics

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

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

I try tell you I am baby

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

Me surrender, me no pretender

Sock soakin' wet I been runnin'
I reload, every hundred yards I'm forward
Better me, Lil Wayne 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 win lose or draw
And then 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 tink dey, ey, me tink dey me to surrenda'
(Shooter, my hands up, my up, they want me to surrender)

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