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 shouts "Down on the floor"
even louder we got shooters, shooter
I turn around, I was at chrome
Shotgun watches door, got good (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)
want 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 'cause I from the South
But when I open up my mouth, all 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, tryin' to get a 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 bitches
But ain't no around
thinkin' about shooters that shooters that
Guns Girls Ladies that that
Shoot shoot shoot shooter

Put my up
They want me my hands 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
bein' rapper racists, region haters
Spectators, dictators, behind door dick
outrageous
You don't know how sick you us
I want to throw up like in Vegas
But is Southern face it
If we too simple then y'all get the basics

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

My up, my hands up (yeah)
They 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 surrender, me no pretender

soakin' wet I been runnin' y'all
I reload, every hundred yards I'm forward
know me, Lil Wayne just call me lord
Hard, take pain Tylenols, raw
Way past par, far, I'm some shit you 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 want me to
(Shooter, my hands up, my up, they want me to surrender)
Mama, I dey, ey, me tink dey want me to surrenda'
(Shooter, my hands up, my hands up, want me to surrender)

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