Luyện nghe bài hát Shooter

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

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

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

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

So many doubt 'cause I come the South
But when I open up my mouth, all come out
Bang! Die nigga die I hope you bleed a lake
I'm a play x-ray, y'all see the fake
I'm just tryin' to be the great, tryin' to get a piece of
Take it offa your plate, eat it right in your
They got a whole lot to say but I don't
Call me automatic Weezy bitch I spittin', pow

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

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

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

And to the radio stations, I'm o' being patient
Stop bein' racists, region haters
Spectators, dictators, behind door takers
outrageous
You don't how sick you make us
I to throw up like chips in Vegas
But is Southern face it
If we too simple then don't get the basics

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

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

I try tell you I am baby

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

Me surrender, me no pretender

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

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

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