Luyện nghe bài hát Shooter

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

I heard some like "Down on the floor"
Then even we got shooters, shooter
I turn around, I was starin' at
Shotgun watches door, got security (check)
Jumped right counter
Pointed gun at, tell her
I'm gon' 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 they me to surrender
But no, I do it
But no, I do it

So many doubt 'cause I come the South
But when I open up my mouth, all bullets 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 tryin' to be the great, to get a piece of cake
it offa your plate, eat it right in your face
They got a whole lot to say but I listen
me automatic Weezy bitch I keep spittin', pow

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

Put my up
They 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 they me to surrender (Shooter)

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

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

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

I try you what I am baby

My hands up, my up (yeah)
They want me 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 yards I'm comin' 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 lose or
And then they ask who where how
And, my was simply pow!

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

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