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 out the barrel
Rob

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

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

I they 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 hope you a lake
I'm a x-ray, helpin' y'all see the fake
I'm just tryin' to be the great, to get a piece of cake
Take it offa your plate, eat it in your face
got a whole lot to say but I don't listen
Call me automatic Weezy bitch I spittin', pow

With all these and, all these bitches
But ain't no around
They thinkin' shooters that shooters that
Guns Girls Ladies that that
Shoot shoot shoot shooter

Put my up
They want me with my up
They want me my hands up
Oh,

But I'm not
I just cry mama, I they, hey
Me they want me to surrender (Shooter)

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

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

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

I try you what I am baby

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

Me surrender, me no pretender

Sock soakin' wet I runnin' y'all
I reload, every yards I'm comin' forward
Better know me, Lil Wayne call me lord
Hard, pain like Tylenols, raw
Way par, far, I'm some 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 tink dey 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 up, my hands up, they want me to surrender)

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