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

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

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

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

I think they want me to
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 play x-ray, helpin' y'all see the
I'm just to be the great, tryin' to get a piece of cake
Take it offa plate, eat it right in your face
got a whole lot to say but I don't listen
Call me automatic bitch I keep spittin', pow

all these 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
They 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 want me to surrender (Shooter)

And to the radio stations, I'm tired o' being
Stop bein' rapper racists, haters
Spectators, dictators, behind door dick
It's
You know how sick you make us
I want to throw up like chips in
But is Southern face it
If we too simple then y'all get the basics

Lady walks into a shotgun (yeah)
to her knees 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)
They want me my hands up (yeah)
Oh,
Oh,

I try you what 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 comin'
Better know me, Lil Wayne call me lord
Hard, take pain Tylenols, raw
Way past par, far, I'm some you never saw
I take you to the 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 want me to
(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 up, they want me to surrender)

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