Luyện nghe bài hát Shooter

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

I heard some shouts "Down on the floor"
Then even we got shooters, shooter
I around, I was starin' at chrome
watches door, got security good (check)
Jumped right 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 me to surrender
But no, I do it
But no, I do it

My up (yeah)
My up (yeah)
They want me with my 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 open up my mouth, all 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 tryin' to be the great, tryin' to get a piece of cake
Take it offa your plate, eat it in your face
They got a whole lot to say but I don't
Call me automatic bitch I keep spittin', pow

With all these riches and, all bitches
But no looters around
They thinkin' about shooters that that
Guns Girls Ladies that that
Shoot shoot shoot shoot

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

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

And to the radio stations, I'm tired o' being
Stop rapper racists, region haters
Spectators, dictators, door dick takers
outrageous
You know how sick you make us
I want to up like chips in Vegas
But this is face it
If we too simple then y'all get the basics

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

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

soakin' wet I been runnin' y'all
I reload, every yards I'm comin' forward
Better know me, Lil Wayne call me lord
Hard, take like Tylenols, raw
Way past par, far, I'm shit you never saw
I take you to the baby win lose or draw
And then ask who when where how
And, my was simply pow!

Mama, I tink dey, hey, me tink dey want me to
(Shooter, my up, my hands up, they want me to surrender)
Mama, I tink dey, ey, me tink dey 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 shooter