Luyện nghe bài hát Shooter

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

I heard some like "Down on the floor"
Then louder we got shooters, shooter
I around, I was starin' at chrome
Shotgun watches door, got good (check)
Jumped right counter
Pointed gun at, Winky her
I'm shooter, shooter, shooter

My up (yeah)
My up (yeah)
They want me with my 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 want me to
But no, I do it
But no, I do it

So many doubt 'cause I come from the
But when I open up my mouth, all 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 tryin' to be the great, tryin' 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 bitch I keep spittin', pow

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

Put my up
want me with my hands up
They 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' being
bein' rapper racists, region haters
Spectators, dictators, behind door takers
outrageous
You don't know how sick you us
I want to up like chips in Vegas
But is Southern face it
If we too simple then y'all get the basics

Lady walks into a shotgun (yeah)
Dropped to her knees saw her life 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 with my up (yeah)
Oh,
Oh,

I try tell you what I am

My hands up, my up (yeah)
They me with my hands up (yeah)
(Sorry but me no surrender)
Oh,
Oh,

Me won't surrender, me no

Sock soakin' wet I been y'all
I reload, every hundred yards I'm comin'
Better know me, Lil Wayne 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 or draw
And then they ask who when how
And, my reply was pow!

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

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