Luyện nghe bài hát Uproar

[Intro: Beatz]
Y'all his name
Ayo Mac, let the drop
Ladies and gentlemen, C5 (ow), time (ow)
Yeah, yeah,
Zone, zone, zone, zone,
Let me see shoulders work
I mean, I don't know what came here to do, but uhh
If you a lighter, what the fuck you smoking for
We hot! (haaa)

1: Lil Wayne]
What the fuck though? Where the go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow, get the though, I don't bluff, bro
Aimin' at head like a buffalo
You a roughneck, I'm a
You're a tough guy, that's enough
Then the sun die, the is young though
The diamonds still shine, get it hoe
What the fuck though? the love go?
Five, four, three, two, the ones go?
It's a shit show, put you row
Talkin' shit, bro? Let your show
Money over bitches, and hoes
That is my favorite love quote
Put the gun inside, the fuck for?
I sleep with the gun, then she don't
What the yo? Where the love go?
the ski mask, for the muzzle
It's a bath, where the Suds go?
It's a Swizz beat, the drums go
If iffy, down the drugs go
If she sip lean, cup toast
I duffle full of hundos
the love go, where's the uproar?

What the though? Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow, get the though, I don't bluff, bro
Aimin' at your head a buffalo
the fuck though? Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow, get the fuck though, I bluff, bro
Aimin' at your head a buffalo

2: Lil Wayne]
Get the fuck though, I bluff, bro'
I come out the without a scuff, woah
Puff, puff, bro, I don't though
Yellow diamonds up close, catch a
At your front with a gun stowed
"Knock-knock, there" is how it won't go
This the so have the utmost
For the nutzos, and we nuts, so
What the fuck, bro? where I'm from, bro
We grew up fast, we up slow
We up gang signs, she throw up dope
Dreadlock hang like a bando
Put the green in the bag, like a
Hair trigger back like a cornrow
Extra clip in the stash a console
Listenin' to Bono, you to Don O
What the fuck bro? the love go?
Swizzy, you a chef, I like my lunch
Just up, bro, there the stars go
I see the shovel, but where the go? Hmm
To the
Only way he comin' back is through his
If you see in my bag, think I'm a drug lord
It's empty when I it back, now where's the uproar?

What the fuck though? the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow, get the fuck though, I bluff, bro
Aimin' at your head like a
What the fuck though? Where the go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow, get the though, I don't bluff, bro
Aimin' at head like a buffalo