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 here to come out the
Rob

I heard shouts like "Down on the floor"
Then 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)
They want me with my up
Oh,
Oh,

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

So many doubt I come from the South
But when I open up my mouth, all come out
Bang! Die nigga die I hope you bleed a lake
I'm a x-ray, helpin' y'all see the fake
I'm tryin' to be the great, tryin' to get a piece of cake
Take it offa your plate, eat it right in your
They got a whole lot to say but I listen
Call me Weezy bitch I keep spittin', pow

With all riches and, all these bitches
But ain't no looters
They thinkin' about shooters shooters that
Guns Ladies that Gunners that
Shoot shoot shoot shooter

Put my up
want me with my hands up
They me with 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, haters
Spectators, dictators, behind door takers
outrageous
You don't how sick you make us
I want to up like chips in Vegas
But this is Southern it
If we too simple then y'all get the basics

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

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

I try you what I am baby

My up, my hands 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 yards I'm comin' forward
Better me, Lil Wayne just call me lord
Hard, take like Tylenols, raw
Way past par, far, I'm shit you never saw
I take you to the shootout baby win lose or
And then ask who when where how
And, my was simply pow!

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

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