Luyện nghe bài hát Shooter

Yea, yea, yea
Weezy y'all, (yeah)
get shot
Rapid fire, what you about it?
I brought my homie for the ride
He strapped, he came here to out the barrel
Rob

I some shouts like "Down on the floor"
Then even we got shooters, shooter
I around, I was starin' at chrome
Shotgun watches door, got 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 think they want me to
But no, I do it
But no, I do it

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

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

So many doubt I come 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, helpin' y'all see the
I'm just tryin' to be the great, to get a piece of cake
it offa your plate, eat it right in your face
They got a whole lot to say but I don't
Call me automatic Weezy bitch I spittin', pow

With all these riches and, all these
But no looters around
They thinkin' about shooters that that
Girls Ladies that Gunners that
Shoot shoot shoot shooter

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

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

And to the radio stations, I'm tired o' being
bein' rapper racists, region haters
Spectators, dictators, behind door takers
outrageous
You know how sick you make us
I to throw up like chips in Vegas
But is Southern face it
If we too simple then y'all get the basics

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

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

I try tell you what I am

My up, my hands 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 yards I'm comin' forward
Better know me, Lil just call me lord
Hard, take like Tylenols, raw
Way past par, far, I'm some shit you saw
I take you to the shootout baby win or draw
And then they ask who where how
And, my was simply pow!

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