Luyện nghe bài hát Shooter

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

I heard shouts like "Down on the floor"
Then even we got shooters, shooter
I turn around, I was at chrome
Shotgun door, got security good (check)
Jumped over counter
gun at, Winky tell her
I'm shooter, shooter, shooter

My up (yeah)
My up (yeah)
They want me 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)
They me with my hands 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 just tryin' to be the great, tryin' to get a piece of
it offa your plate, eat it right in your face
They got a lot to say but I don't listen
me automatic Weezy bitch I keep spittin', pow

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

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

But I'm not
I just cry mama, I they, hey
Me think want me to surrender (Shooter)

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

Lady walks a shotgun surprise (yeah)
Dropped to her knees saw her before her eyes
He said "Bitch is gonna get it" everybody gon' 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 my hands up (yeah)
(Sorry but me no surrender)
Oh,
Oh,

Me surrender, me no pretender

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

Mama, I tink dey, hey, me tink dey me to surrenda'
(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, they me to surrender)

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