Luyện nghe bài hát Uproar

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

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

What the though? 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 though, I don't bluff, bro
Aimin' at your head a buffalo

[Verse 2: Lil
Get the though, I don't bluff, bro'
I come out the scuffle without a scuff,
Puff, puff, bro, I don't huff
Yellow up close, catch a sunstroke
At your front door with a gun
"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 grew up fast, we up slow
We throw up signs, she throw up dope
Dreadlock down like a bando
Put the green in the bag, a lawnmower
Hair trigger pulled like a cornrow
Extra clip in the like a console
to Bono, you listen to Don O
What the fuck bro? Where the go?
Swizzy, you a chef, I like my lunch
Just look up, bro, there the go
I see the shovel, but where the go? Hmm
To the
Only way he comin' back is through his
If you see in my bag, think I'm a drug lord
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 like a buffalo
What the though? Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow, get the fuck though, I bluff, bro
at your head like a buffalo