Luyện nghe bài hát Uproar

[Intro: Beatz]
Y'all know his
Ayo Mac, let the beat
and gentlemen, C5 (ow), Wayne time (ow)
Yeah, yeah,
Zone, zone, zone, zone,
Let me see your work
I mean, I don't know what y'all came to do, but uhh
If you ain't a lighter, what the you smoking for
We hot! (haaa)

1: Lil Wayne]
What the though? Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow, get the fuck though, I bluff, bro
Aimin' at your like a buffalo
You a roughneck, I'm a
a tough guy, that's enough jokes
Then the sun die, the night is though
The diamonds 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 bitches, and above hoes
is still my favorite love quote
Put the gun inside, what the for?
I sleep with the gun, she don't snore
What the yo? Where the love go?
the ski mask, for the muzzle
It's a blood bath, the Suds go?
It's a beat, down the drums go
If iffy, down the drugs go
If she sip lean, double cup
I duffle 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 though, I don't bluff, bro
Aimin' at head like a buffalo
What the though? Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow, get the fuck though, I bluff, bro
Aimin' at head like a buffalo

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

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
the fuck though? Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow, get the fuck though, I bluff, bro
Aimin' at your head a buffalo