Luyện nghe bài hát Shooter

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

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

My up (yeah)
My up (yeah)
They me with my hands 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)
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 die I hope you bleed a lake
I'm a play x-ray, helpin' see the fake
I'm just tryin' to be the great, tryin' to get a of cake
Take it offa your plate, eat it right in face
got a whole lot to say but I don't listen
Call me automatic Weezy bitch I spittin', pow

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

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 think they want me to (Shooter)

And to the radio stations, I'm tired o' patient
bein' rapper racists, region haters
Spectators, dictators, door dick takers
It's
You don't how sick you make us
I want to up like chips in Vegas
But is Southern face it
If we too simple then don't get the basics

Lady into a shotgun surprise (yeah)
Dropped to her knees saw her life 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 with my up (yeah)
(Sorry but me no surrender)
Oh,
Oh,

Me surrender, me no pretender

Sock wet I been runnin' y'all
I reload, every yards I'm comin' forward
Better me, Lil Wayne just call me lord
Hard, pain like Tylenols, raw
Way past par, far, I'm shit you never saw
I you to the shootout baby win lose or draw
And then they ask who where how
And, my reply was pow!

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