Luyện nghe bài hát Shooter

Yea, yea, yea
Weezy y'all, (yeah)
get shot
Rapid fire, what you about it?
I brought my along for the ride
He strapped, he came here to come out the
Rob

I heard some like "Down on the floor"
even 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)
They want me with my up
Oh,
Oh,

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

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

I think 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 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 to be the great, tryin' to get a piece of cake
Take it your plate, eat it right in your face
got a whole lot to say but I don't listen
Call me automatic Weezy I keep spittin', pow

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

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

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

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

Lady into a shotgun surprise (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 want me my hands up (yeah)
Oh,
Oh,

I try tell you I am baby

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

Me won't surrender, me no

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

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