Luyện nghe bài hát Shooter

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

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

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

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

So many 'cause I come from 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, 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 right in face
got a whole lot to say but I don't listen
Call me automatic Weezy I keep spittin', pow

With all these riches and, all these
But no looters around
They thinkin' shooters that shooters that
Guns Girls that Gunners that
Shoot shoot shoot shooter

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

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

And to the radio stations, I'm tired o' patient
bein' rapper racists, region haters
Spectators, dictators, door dick takers
outrageous
You don't know how you make us
I want to throw up like in Vegas
But this is 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 said "Bitch is get it" everybody gon' regret it
I'm your, shooter!

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

I try you what I am baby

My hands up, my up (yeah)
They me with 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, every yards I'm comin' forward
Better know me, Lil Wayne just me lord
Hard, pain like Tylenols, raw
Way past par, far, I'm some shit you saw
I you to the shootout baby win lose or draw
And then ask who when where how
And, my reply was pow!

Mama, I dey, hey, me tink 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 up, my hands up, they want me to surrender)

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