Luyện nghe bài hát Uproar

[Intro: Swizz
know his name
Ayo Mac, let the beat
Ladies and gentlemen, C5 (ow), Wayne (ow)
Yeah, yeah,
Zone, zone, zone, zone,
Let me see shoulders work
I mean, I know what y'all came here to do, but uhh
If you ain't a lighter, what the fuck you for
We hot! (haaa)

[Verse 1: Lil
What the fuck though? the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow, get the fuck though, I bluff, bro
at your head like a buffalo
You a roughneck, I'm a
You're a tough guy, enough jokes
the sun die, the night is young though
The still shine, get it rough hoe
What the fuck Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, the ones go?
It's a show, put you front row
Talkin' shit, bro? Let tongue show
Money over bitches, and above
That is still my love quote
Put the gun inside, the fuck for?
I sleep the gun, then she don't snore
What the yo? Where the love go?
Trade the ski mask, for the
It's a blood bath, the Suds go?
It's a beat, down the drums go
If she's iffy, the drugs go
If she sip lean, double cup
I gotta full of hundos
Down the love go, the uproar?

What the fuck though? Where the go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow, get the fuck though, I bluff, bro
Aimin' at your head a buffalo
What the fuck though? the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow, get the though, I don't bluff, bro
Aimin' at your head a buffalo

2: Lil Wayne]
Get the fuck though, I don't bluff,
I out the scuffle without a scuff, woah
Puff, puff, bro, I don't though
Yellow diamonds up close, catch a
At your front door with a gun
"Knock-knock, who's there" is how it go
This the jungle so the utmost
For the nutzos, and we nuts, so
the fuck, bro? It's where I'm from, bro
We grew up fast, we rolled up
We throw up gang signs, she up dope
hang down like a bando
Put the in the bag, like a lawnmower
Hair pulled back like a cornrow
Extra clip in the stash like a
Listenin' to Bono, you to Don O
What the fuck bro? the love go?
Swizzy, you a chef, I like my gross
look up, bro, there the stars go
I see the shovel, but where the go? Hmm
To the
Only way he comin' back is through his
If you see what's in my bag, think I'm a drug
It's empty I give it back, now where's the uproar?

What the fuck though? Where the go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow, get the though, I don't bluff, bro
Aimin' at your like a buffalo
What the though? Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow, get the though, I don't bluff, bro
Aimin' at your like a buffalo