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 for the ride
He strapped, he came here to out the barrel
Rob

I heard some like "Down on the floor"
Then louder we got shooters, shooter
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 want me to
But no, I do it
But no, I do it

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

I they want me to surrender
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 bullets 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 your
They got a lot to say but I don't listen
Call me automatic Weezy I keep spittin', pow

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

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

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

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

Lady walks into a shotgun (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 up, my hands up (yeah)
They want me my hands up (yeah)
Oh,
Oh,

I try tell you what I am

My hands up, my 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 call me lord
Hard, take pain Tylenols, raw
Way past par, far, I'm shit 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 tink dey, hey, me dey want me to surrenda'
(Shooter, my hands up, my hands up, they me to surrender)
Mama, I tink dey, ey, me tink dey 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