Luyện nghe bài hát Uproar

[Intro: Beatz]
know his name
Ayo Mac, let the drop
and gentlemen, C5 (ow), Wayne time (ow)
Yeah, yeah,
Zone, zone, zone, zone,
Let me see shoulders work
I mean, I don't know what y'all came to do, but uhh
If you ain't a lighter, the fuck you smoking for
We hot! (haaa)

[Verse 1: Lil
What the fuck though? Where the go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow, get the though, I don't bluff, bro
Aimin' at head like a buffalo
You a roughneck, I'm a
You're a tough guy, that's jokes
Then the sun die, the is young though
The diamonds still shine, get it hoe
What the fuck though? the love go?
Five, four, three, two, where the go?
It's a shit show, put you row
Talkin' shit, bro? Let tongue show
Money over bitches, and above
is still my favorite love quote
Put the gun inside, the fuck for?
I sleep with the gun, then she don't
What the fuck yo? Where the go?
Trade the ski mask, for the
a blood bath, where the Suds go?
It's a Swizz beat, down the go
If she's iffy, the drugs go
If she sip lean, cup toast
I gotta duffle full of
Down the love go, where's the

What the fuck Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow, get the though, I don't bluff, bro
Aimin' at head like a buffalo
What the fuck though? Where the go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow, get the fuck though, I bluff, bro
Aimin' at your head like a

2: Lil Wayne]
Get the fuck though, I bluff, bro'
I come out the scuffle without a scuff,
Puff, puff, bro, I huff though
Yellow up close, catch a sunstroke
At your front with a gun stowed
"Knock-knock, who's there" is how it go
the jungle so have the utmost
For the nutzos, and we nuts, so
What the fuck, bro? It's I'm from, bro
We up fast, we rolled up slow
We up gang signs, she throw up dope
Dreadlock hang down like a
Put the green in the bag, a lawnmower
Hair trigger pulled like a cornrow
Extra in the stash like a console
Listenin' to Bono, you to Don O
What the bro? Where the love go?
Swizzy, you a chef, I like my lunch
Just up, bro, there the stars go
I see the shovel, but where the go? Hmm
To the
Only way he back is through his unborns
If you see what's in my bag, think I'm a drug
It's empty when I give it back, now the uproar?

What the though? Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow, get the fuck though, I bluff, bro
Aimin' at your head like a
What the though? Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow, get the fuck though, I bluff, bro
Aimin' at your like a buffalo