Luyện nghe bài hát Shooter

Yea, yea, yea
Weezy y'all, (yeah)
Don't get
fire, what you know about it?
I brought my homie for the ride
He strapped, he came to come out the barrel
Rob

I some shouts like "Down on the floor"
Then even louder we got shooters,
I around, I was starin' at chrome
Shotgun door, got security good (check)
Jumped over counter
gun at, Winky tell her
I'm gon' shooter, shooter,

My up (yeah)
My up (yeah)
want me with 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 think 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 you bleed 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 piece of
it offa your plate, eat it right in your face
They got a whole lot to say but I listen
Call me Weezy bitch I keep spittin', pow

With all these riches and, all bitches
But no looters around
They thinkin' about shooters that that
Guns 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 cry mama, I think they, hey
Me think want me to surrender (Shooter)

And to the radio stations, I'm tired o' patient
Stop bein' rapper racists, region
Spectators, dictators, behind 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 don't get the basics

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

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

I try tell you I am baby

My up, my hands up (yeah)
They 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 yards I'm comin' forward
Better know me, Lil Wayne just me lord
Hard, take like Tylenols, raw
Way past par, far, I'm some you never saw
I take you to the baby win lose 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 hands up, my up, they want me to surrender)

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