Luyện nghe bài hát Shooter

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

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

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

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

Put my up
They want me with my 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' being
Stop rapper racists, region haters
Spectators, dictators, behind door dick
It's
You don't know how sick you us
I want to 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 her eyes
He said "Bitch is gonna get it" everybody gon' it
I'm your, shooter!

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

I try tell you I am baby

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

Me surrender, me no pretender

Sock wet I been 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 take you to the shootout baby win lose or
And then they ask who when how
And, my was simply pow!

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

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