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 for the ride
He strapped, he here to come out the barrel
Rob

I some shouts like "Down on the floor"
even louder we got shooters, shooter
I around, I was starin' at chrome
Shotgun watches door, got security (check)
Jumped over counter
Pointed gun at, tell her
I'm gon' shooter, shooter,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

walks into 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 hands up, my up (yeah)
want me with my hands up (yeah)
Oh,
Oh,

I try tell you I am baby

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

Me surrender, me no pretender

Sock wet I been runnin' y'all
I reload, every hundred I'm comin' forward
Better know me, Lil just call me lord
Hard, take like Tylenols, raw
Way par, far, I'm some shit you never saw
I you to the shootout baby win lose or draw
And then they ask who 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, want 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 promise no
I got my
And I'm your