Luyện nghe bài hát Shooter

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

I heard shouts 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
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 they 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 many doubt 'cause I from the South
But when I open up my mouth, all come out
Bang! Die nigga die I hope you bleed 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 your plate, eat it right in 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 no looters around
They thinkin' shooters that shooters that
Guns Girls that Gunners that
Shoot shoot shoot shooter

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

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

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

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

My up, my hands up (yeah)
They want me with my 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 soakin' wet I been y'all
I reload, every yards I'm comin' forward
know me, Lil Wayne just call me lord
Hard, take like Tylenols, raw
Way past par, far, I'm some shit you saw
I you to the shootout baby win lose or draw
And they ask who when where how
And, my reply was pow!

Mama, I tink dey, hey, me tink dey 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 up, my hands up, they want me to surrender)

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