Luyện nghe bài hát Shooter

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

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

My up (yeah)
My up (yeah)
They want me 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 want me to surrender
But no, I do it
But no, I do it

So many 'cause I come from 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 play x-ray, helpin' y'all see the
I'm tryin' to be the great, tryin' to get a piece of cake
Take it offa plate, eat it right in your face
They got a lot to say but I don't listen
me automatic Weezy bitch I keep spittin', pow

With all these riches and, all bitches
But ain't no around
They thinkin' shooters that shooters that
Guns Girls 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 just cry mama, I they, hey
Me think they me to surrender (Shooter)

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

walks into a shotgun surprise (yeah)
Dropped to her 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)
want me with my hands up (yeah)
Oh,
Oh,

I try tell you I am baby

My up, my hands up (yeah)
They me with my hands up (yeah)
(Sorry but me no surrender)
Oh,
Oh,

Me won't surrender, me no

Sock wet I been runnin' y'all
I reload, every hundred I'm comin' forward
Better me, Lil Wayne just call me lord
Hard, take 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 they ask who where how
And, my was simply 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 tink dey, ey, me tink dey me to surrenda'
(Shooter, my hands up, my hands up, they me to surrender)

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