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 shouts "Down on the floor"
Then even louder we got shooters,
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 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 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 bullets out
Bang! Die bitch die I hope you bleed a lake
I'm a play x-ray, y'all see the fake
I'm just to be the great, tryin' to get a piece of cake
Take it offa plate, eat it right in your face
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 ain't no looters
thinkin' about shooters that shooters that
Guns Ladies that Gunners 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 just cry mama, I they, hey
Me they want me to surrender (Shooter)

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

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

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

I try tell you what I am

My up, my hands 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 I'm comin' forward
Better know me, Lil Wayne just me lord
Hard, take like Tylenols, raw
Way past par, far, I'm some shit you saw
I take you to the shootout win lose or draw
And then they ask who where how
And, my reply was 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 dey want me to surrenda'
(Shooter, my up, my hands up, they want me to surrender)

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