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 out the barrel
Rob

I heard some like "Down on the floor"
Then even louder we got shooters,
I around, I was starin' at chrome
Shotgun watches door, got good (check)
Jumped over 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 want me to
But no, I do it
But no, I do it

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

I they want 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 come out
Bang! Die bitch nigga die I you bleed a lake
I'm a play x-ray, y'all see the fake
I'm just tryin' to be the great, tryin' to get a piece of
Take it offa your plate, eat it right in your
got a whole lot to say but I don't listen
Call me automatic Weezy bitch I spittin', pow

all these riches 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
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 o' being patient
Stop bein' rapper racists, region
Spectators, dictators, behind door dick
outrageous
You don't know how sick you us
I to throw up like chips in Vegas
But is Southern face it
If we too then y'all don't get the basics

Lady walks into a shotgun (yeah)
Dropped to her saw her life before her eyes
He said "Bitch is get it" everybody gon' 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 I am baby

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

Me won't surrender, me no

Sock soakin' wet I been y'all
I reload, every hundred I'm comin' forward
Better me, Lil Wayne just 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 then they ask who when 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 dey want me to surrenda'
(Shooter, my hands up, my hands up, want me to surrender)

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