Luyện nghe bài hát Shooter

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

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

My up (yeah)
My up (yeah)
They want me with my 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 I come from the South
But I open up my mouth, all bullets 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 just to be the great, tryin' to get a piece of cake
Take it your plate, eat it right in your face
They got a lot to say but I don't listen
Call me automatic Weezy I keep spittin', pow

all these riches and, all these bitches
But ain't no around
They thinkin' about shooters shooters that
Guns Girls Ladies that 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 want me to (Shooter)

And to the stations, I'm tired o' being patient
Stop bein' rapper racists, region
Spectators, dictators, door dick takers
It's
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 don't get the basics

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

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

I try tell you what I am

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 wet I been runnin' y'all
I reload, hundred yards I'm comin' forward
Better know me, Lil just call me lord
Hard, take pain Tylenols, raw
Way par, far, I'm some shit you never 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 tink dey, hey, me tink dey want me to
(Shooter, my hands up, my up, they want me to surrender)
Mama, I tink dey, ey, me tink dey want me to
(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