Luyện nghe bài hát Shooter

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

I some shouts like "Down on the floor"
Then even 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 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)
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 doubt 'cause I from the South
But when I up my mouth, all bullets come out
Bang! Die bitch nigga die I hope you 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 plate, eat it right in your face
They got a lot to say but I don't listen
Call me automatic Weezy bitch I spittin', pow

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

And to the radio stations, I'm tired o' patient
bein' rapper racists, region haters
Spectators, dictators, behind dick takers
outrageous
You don't know how sick you us
I to throw up like chips in Vegas
But this is Southern it
If we too simple then y'all don't get the

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

My up, my hands 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 surrender, me no pretender

soakin' wet I been runnin' y'all
I reload, every yards I'm comin' forward
Better know me, Lil just call me lord
Hard, take like 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 dey want me to surrenda'
(Shooter, my hands up, my hands up, they me to surrender)

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