Luyện nghe bài hát Shooter

Yea, yea, yea
Weezy y'all, (yeah)
get shot
Rapid fire, what you 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 turn around, I was at chrome
Shotgun watches door, got security (check)
Jumped right over
gun at, Winky tell her
I'm shooter, 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)
They me with my hands up
Oh,

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

So doubt 'cause I come from the South
But I open up my mouth, all bullets come out
Bang! Die bitch nigga die I hope you a lake
I'm a x-ray, helpin' 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 lot to say but I don't listen
Call me automatic bitch I keep spittin', pow

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

Put my up
They want me with my up
They me with my hands up
Oh,

But I'm not
I just cry mama, I 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 dick takers
outrageous
You know how sick you make us
I want to throw up chips in Vegas
But this is Southern it
If we too simple y'all don't get the basics

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

My up, my hands 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 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 yards I'm comin' forward
Better know me, Lil just call 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 ask who when where how
And, my was simply pow!

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