Luyện nghe bài hát Shooter

Yea, yea, yea
Weezy y'all, (yeah)
Don't get
Rapid fire, what you know it?
I brought my along for the ride
He strapped, he came here to out the barrel
Rob

I some shouts like "Down on the floor"
Then even we got shooters, shooter
I turn around, I was at chrome
watches door, got security good (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 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 want me to surrender
But no, I do it
But no, I do it

So many doubt 'cause I come from the
But when I up my mouth, all bullets come out
Bang! Die bitch nigga die I hope you 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 your plate, eat it right in face
They got a whole lot to say but I listen
Call me Weezy bitch I keep spittin', pow

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

Put my up
They want me 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 radio stations, I'm o' being patient
Stop bein' racists, region haters
Spectators, dictators, door dick 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 y'all don't get the basics

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

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

soakin' wet I been runnin' y'all
I reload, every hundred yards I'm forward
Better know me, Lil just call me lord
Hard, pain like Tylenols, raw
Way past par, far, I'm some shit you saw
I take you to the shootout baby win lose or
And then they ask who where how
And, my reply was pow!

Mama, I tink dey, hey, me tink dey me to surrenda'
(Shooter, my up, my hands 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 your