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 here to out the barrel
Rob

I heard shouts like "Down on the floor"
Then even we got shooters, shooter
I turn around, I was starin' at
Shotgun watches door, got security (check)
Jumped over 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 they 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 bullets out
Bang! Die bitch nigga die I hope you a lake
I'm a x-ray, helpin' y'all see the fake
I'm just tryin' to be the great, tryin' to get a piece of
it offa your plate, eat it right in your face
They got a whole lot to say but I listen
me automatic Weezy bitch I keep spittin', pow

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

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

Lady into a shotgun surprise (yeah)
to her knees 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 want me my hands up (yeah)
Oh,
Oh,

I try tell you I am baby

My hands up, my up (yeah)
They me with 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 comin'
Better me, Lil Wayne just call me lord
Hard, take like Tylenols, raw
Way past par, far, I'm some you never saw
I take you to the shootout win lose or draw
And they ask who when where how
And, my was simply 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 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 shooter