Luyện nghe bài hát Shooter

Yea, yea, yea
Weezy y'all, (yeah)
Don't get
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"
even louder we got shooters, shooter
I around, I was starin' at chrome
Shotgun watches door, got security (check)
Jumped over counter
Pointed gun at, tell her
I'm shooter, shooter, shooter

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

I they 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 they want me to
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 come out
Bang! Die nigga die I hope you bleed a lake
I'm a play x-ray, helpin' see the fake
I'm just tryin' to be the great, to get a piece of cake
Take it your plate, eat it right in your face
They got a whole lot to say but I listen
Call me automatic Weezy I keep spittin', pow

With all these riches and, all these
But no looters around
They thinkin' about shooters that that
Guns Girls Ladies that that
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 o' being patient
Stop bein' racists, region haters
Spectators, dictators, behind door takers
It's
You don't know how you make us
I want to up like chips in Vegas
But this is face it
If we too simple then y'all don't get the

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

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

I try tell you I am baby

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

Me won't surrender, me no

Sock soakin' wet I runnin' y'all
I reload, hundred yards I'm comin' forward
Better know me, Lil Wayne call me lord
Hard, pain like Tylenols, raw
Way past par, far, I'm some shit you saw
I take you to the shootout baby win lose or
And they ask who when where how
And, my reply was 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 no surrenda'
I got my
And I'm shooter