Luyện nghe bài hát Shooter

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

walks into a shotgun surprise (yeah)
Dropped to her saw her life before her eyes
He said "Bitch is gonna get it" 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 I am baby

My up, my hands up (yeah)
want me with my hands up (yeah)
(Sorry but me no surrender)
Oh,
Oh,

Me won't surrender, me no

soakin' wet I been runnin' y'all
I reload, every yards I'm comin' forward
Better know me, Lil Wayne just me lord
Hard, pain like Tylenols, raw
Way past par, far, I'm some shit you saw
I take you to the shootout baby win or draw
And they 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, they me to surrender)

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