Luyện nghe bài hát Shooter

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

I heard some shouts "Down on the floor"
even louder we got shooters, shooter
I around, I was starin' at chrome
Shotgun watches door, got security (check)
Jumped right over
Pointed gun at, Winky her
I'm shooter, shooter, shooter

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

I think 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 bitch nigga die I hope you 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 of cake
Take it offa plate, eat it right in your face
They got a whole lot to say but I don't
me automatic Weezy bitch I keep spittin', pow

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

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

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

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

walks into a shotgun surprise (yeah)
Dropped to her knees saw her life 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 hands up, my up (yeah)
They me with my hands up (yeah)
(Sorry but me no surrender)
Oh,
Oh,

Me won't surrender, me no

Sock soakin' wet I been runnin'
I reload, every hundred yards I'm comin'
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 baby win or draw
And then they ask who where how
And, my reply was pow!

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

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