Luyện nghe bài hát Shooter

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

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

My up (yeah)
My up (yeah)
want me with my hands 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 'cause I from the South
But I open up my mouth, all bullets come out
Bang! Die bitch die I hope you bleed a lake
I'm a play x-ray, y'all see the fake
I'm just tryin' to be the great, tryin' to get a piece of
Take it offa your plate, eat it right in your
got a whole lot to say but I don't listen
Call me automatic bitch I keep spittin', pow

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

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

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

And to the radio stations, I'm tired o' patient
Stop bein' rapper racists, haters
Spectators, dictators, door dick takers
outrageous
You don't know how sick you us
I want to throw up chips in Vegas
But this is Southern it
If we too simple y'all don't get the basics

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

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

I try you what 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

Sock soakin' wet I runnin' y'all
I reload, every hundred yards I'm forward
know me, Lil Wayne just call me lord
Hard, take pain Tylenols, raw
Way past par, far, I'm some shit you saw
I you to the shootout baby win lose or draw
And then they ask who where how
And, my was simply pow!

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