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 along for the
He strapped, he came here to out the barrel
Rob

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

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

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

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

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

So doubt 'cause I come from the South
But when I open up my mouth, all come out
Bang! Die bitch nigga die I hope you a lake
I'm a play x-ray, y'all see the fake
I'm just tryin' to be the great, to get a piece of cake
Take it offa plate, eat it right in your face
They got a whole lot to say but I don't
Call me automatic bitch I keep spittin', pow

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

Put my up
want me with my hands up
They want me with my 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 tired o' patient
bein' rapper racists, region haters
Spectators, dictators, door dick takers
outrageous
You don't know how you make us
I to throw up like chips in Vegas
But this is Southern it
If we too then y'all don't get the basics

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

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

Sock soakin' wet I runnin' y'all
I reload, every hundred yards I'm forward
Better know me, Lil Wayne just me lord
Hard, take pain Tylenols, raw
Way par, far, I'm some shit you never saw
I take you to the baby win lose or draw
And then ask who when 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, they me to surrender)
Mama, I tink dey, ey, me tink dey want me to
(Shooter, my hands up, my hands up, want me to surrender)

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