Luyện nghe bài hát Shooter

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

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

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

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

So many doubt 'cause I from the South
But when I open up my mouth, all bullets 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, to get a piece of cake
Take it offa your plate, eat it right in your
They got a lot to say but I don't listen
Call me Weezy bitch I keep spittin', pow

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

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

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

And to the stations, I'm tired o' being patient
Stop rapper racists, region haters
Spectators, dictators, door dick takers
It's
You don't know how you make us
I to throw up like chips in Vegas
But this is face it
If we too then y'all don't get the basics

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

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

I try tell you what I am

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

Me won't surrender, me no

Sock soakin' wet I runnin' y'all
I reload, every hundred yards I'm comin'
Better know me, Lil Wayne call me lord
Hard, take like Tylenols, raw
Way past par, far, I'm shit you never saw
I you to the shootout baby win lose or draw
And they ask who when where how
And, my reply was pow!

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

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