Luyện nghe bài hát Shooter

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

I some shouts like "Down on the floor"
Then even louder we got shooters,
I turn around, I was starin' at
Shotgun door, got security good (check)
Jumped right counter
gun at, Winky tell her
I'm shooter, shooter, shooter

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

I think 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 me to surrender
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 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 your plate, eat it right in your face
They got a whole lot to say but I don't
Call me automatic bitch I keep spittin', pow

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

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

But I'm not
I just cry mama, I 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, behind dick takers
outrageous
You know how sick you make us
I want to throw up like chips in
But is Southern face it
If we too simple then y'all don't get the

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

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

I try tell you I am baby

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

Me won't surrender, me no

Sock wet I been runnin' y'all
I reload, hundred yards I'm comin' forward
Better know me, Lil Wayne just call me
Hard, take pain Tylenols, raw
Way past par, far, I'm some you never saw
I you to the shootout baby win lose or draw
And then they ask who where how
And, my was simply pow!

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