Luyện nghe bài hát Shooter

Yea, yea, yea
Weezy y'all, (yeah)
get shot
Rapid fire, what you know it?
I brought my homie for the ride
He strapped, he came to come out the barrel
Rob

I heard some shouts "Down on the floor"
even louder we got shooters, shooter
I around, I was starin' at chrome
Shotgun watches door, got security (check)
Jumped right counter
Pointed gun at, tell her
I'm gon' shooter, shooter,

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

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

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

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

So many doubt 'cause I from the South
But I open up my mouth, all bullets come out
Bang! Die nigga die I hope you bleed a lake
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
Take it offa your plate, eat it right in your
They got a whole lot to say but I don't
Call me automatic Weezy bitch I spittin', pow

With all these and, all these bitches
But ain't no around
They thinkin' shooters that shooters that
Girls 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 cry mama, I think they, hey
Me think they me to surrender (Shooter)

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

Lady walks into a shotgun (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 what I am

My hands up, my up (yeah)
They want me with my 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 yards I'm comin'
Better know me, Lil just call me lord
Hard, take like Tylenols, raw
Way past par, far, I'm some you never saw
I you to the shootout baby win lose or draw
And then ask who when where how
And, my reply was pow!

Mama, I tink dey, hey, me tink dey me to surrenda'
(Shooter, my hands up, my up, they want me to surrender)
Mama, I tink dey, ey, me dey want 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