Luyện nghe bài hát Uproar

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

1: Lil Wayne]
What the though? Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow, get the fuck though, I bluff, bro
at your head like a buffalo
You a roughneck, I'm a
You're a tough guy, that's jokes
Then the sun die, the night is though
The still shine, get it rough hoe
What the though? Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, the ones go?
It's a show, put you front row
shit, bro? Let your tongue show
Money over bitches, and above
is still my favorite love quote
Put the gun inside, what the for?
I sleep with the gun, then she snore
What the fuck yo? the love go?
Trade the ski mask, for the
It's a blood bath, the Suds go?
a Swizz beat, down the drums go
If she's iffy, the drugs go
If she sip lean, double cup
I gotta duffle of hundos
Down the love go, 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
at your head like a buffalo
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

2: Lil Wayne]
Get the fuck though, I bluff, bro'
I come out the without a scuff, woah
Puff, puff, bro, I don't huff
Yellow diamonds up close, catch a
At your front door with a gun
"Knock-knock, there" is how it won't go
the jungle 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 throw up signs, she throw up dope
Dreadlock hang down a bando
Put the in the bag, like a lawnmower
trigger pulled back like a cornrow
Extra in the stash like a console
to Bono, you listen to Don O
What the fuck bro? the love go?
Swizzy, you a chef, I like my gross
Just look up, bro, the stars go
I see the shovel, but where the go? Hmm
To the
Only way he comin' back is his unborns
If you see what's in my bag, I'm a drug lord
It's empty when I give it back, now where's the

What the fuck 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
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