Luyện nghe bài hát Shooter

Yea, yea, yea
Weezy y'all, (yeah)
get shot
Rapid fire, what you know it?
I brought my homie for the ride
He strapped, he came here to out the barrel
Rob

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

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

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

So many 'cause I come from the South
But when I open up my mouth, all come out
Bang! Die bitch nigga die I you bleed a lake
I'm a play x-ray, helpin' see the fake
I'm just to be the great, tryin' to get a piece of cake
Take it offa your plate, eat it right in face
They got a whole lot to say but I listen
Call me automatic Weezy bitch I spittin', pow

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

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

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

And to the radio stations, I'm tired o' being
Stop rapper racists, region haters
Spectators, dictators, behind dick takers
It's
You know how sick you make us
I want to throw up like in Vegas
But is Southern face it
If we too then y'all don't get the basics

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

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

I try you what I am baby

My up, my hands up (yeah)
They me with 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, hundred 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 you never saw
I take you to the shootout baby win or draw
And then they ask who when how
And, my was simply pow!

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