Luyện nghe bài hát Shooter

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

I heard some shouts "Down on the floor"
Then louder we got shooters, shooter
I turn around, I was starin' at
watches door, got security good (check)
Jumped right counter
Pointed gun at, Winky her
I'm gon' shooter, shooter,

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

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

So doubt 'cause I come from the South
But when I open up my mouth, all bullets out
Bang! Die bitch die I hope you bleed a lake
I'm a x-ray, helpin' y'all 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 lot to say but I don't listen
me automatic Weezy bitch I keep spittin', pow

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

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

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

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

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

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

I try tell you I am baby

My up, my hands up (yeah)
They want me 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 yards I'm comin' forward
Better know me, Lil Wayne call me lord
Hard, take like Tylenols, raw
Way par, far, I'm some shit you never saw
I take you to the shootout baby win or draw
And then ask who when where how
And, my reply was pow!

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