Luyện nghe bài hát Shooter

Yea, yea, yea
Weezy y'all, (yeah)
Don't get
Rapid fire, what you about it?
I my homie along for the ride
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
watches door, got security good (check)
Jumped right counter
Pointed gun at, tell her
I'm shooter, shooter, shooter

My up (yeah)
My up (yeah)
want me with my hands 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 want me 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 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 x-ray, helpin' y'all see the fake
I'm just tryin' to be the great, tryin' to get a piece of
Take it offa plate, eat it right in your face
They got a whole lot to say but I don't
Call me automatic bitch I keep spittin', pow

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

Put my up
They want me my hands up
They want me with my 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 like chips in
But this is Southern it
If we too simple then don't get the basics

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

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

I try you what I am baby

My up, my hands up (yeah)
want me with 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
Better know me, Lil Wayne just call me
Hard, pain 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 reply was pow!

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