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 some shouts "Down on the floor"
Then even louder we got shooters,
I around, I was starin' at chrome
watches door, got security good (check)
Jumped right over
Pointed gun at, 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)
They want me with my up
Oh,

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

So many doubt I come from the South
But when I open up my mouth, all come out
Bang! Die bitch die I hope you bleed a lake
I'm a play x-ray, helpin' see the fake
I'm just to be the great, tryin' to get a piece of cake
Take it offa your plate, eat it right in your
They got a lot to say but I don't listen
Call me automatic Weezy I keep spittin', pow

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

Put my up
They 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 want me to (Shooter)

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

Lady walks into a surprise (yeah)
Dropped to her knees saw her life her eyes
He said "Bitch is gonna get it" everybody gon' 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 up, my hands up (yeah)
want 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 I'm comin' forward
Better know me, Lil Wayne just call me
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 they ask who where how
And, my was simply 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 dey, ey, me tink dey want me to surrenda'
(Shooter, my hands up, my up, they want me to surrender)

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