Luyện nghe bài hát Shooter

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

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

My up (yeah)
My up (yeah)
They 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 think they me to surrender
But no, I do it
But no, I do it

So many 'cause I come 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' y'all see the
I'm just to be the great, tryin' to get a piece of cake
Take it offa your plate, eat it in your face
They got a whole lot to say but I don't
Call me automatic Weezy I keep spittin', pow

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

Put my up
They 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 tired o' patient
Stop rapper racists, region haters
Spectators, dictators, behind dick takers
outrageous
You know how sick you make us
I want to throw up chips in Vegas
But is Southern face it
If we too simple then y'all get the basics

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

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

Me surrender, me no pretender

Sock soakin' wet I been runnin'
I reload, every hundred I'm comin' forward
Better know me, Lil just call me lord
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 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, they me to surrender)
Mama, I tink dey, ey, me tink dey want me to
(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 shooter