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 here to come out the
Rob

I heard some shouts "Down on the floor"
Then even louder we got shooters,
I turn around, I was starin' at
Shotgun watches door, got security (check)
right over counter
Pointed gun at, Winky her
I'm shooter, shooter, shooter

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

I think they want me to
But no, I do it
But no, I do it

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

I think they want me to
But no, I do it
But no, I do it

So doubt 'cause I come 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' see the fake
I'm just tryin' to be the great, tryin' to get a of cake
Take it offa plate, eat it right 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' about shooters shooters that
Girls Ladies that Gunners that
Shoot shoot shoot shooter

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

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

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

Lady into a shotgun surprise (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 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, hundred yards I'm comin' forward
Better know me, Lil Wayne just 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 lose or
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 hands up, they me to surrender)
Mama, I dey, ey, me tink 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 your