Luyện nghe bài hát Shooter

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

I heard shouts like "Down on the floor"
Then louder we got shooters, shooter
I turn around, I was at chrome
Shotgun watches door, got security (check)
Jumped right counter
Pointed gun at, Winky her
I'm gon' shooter, shooter,

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

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

So many doubt 'cause I from the South
But when I open up my mouth, all bullets out
Bang! Die bitch die I hope you bleed a lake
I'm a play x-ray, y'all see the fake
I'm tryin' 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 automatic Weezy bitch I spittin', pow

With all these and, all these bitches
But ain't no around
They about shooters that shooters that
Girls Ladies that Gunners that
Shoot shoot shoot shooter

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 they want me to surrender (Shooter)

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

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

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

I try tell you what I am

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

Me surrender, me no pretender

Sock soakin' wet I been runnin'
I reload, every hundred yards I'm comin'
Better know me, Lil just call me lord
Hard, pain like Tylenols, raw
Way par, far, I'm some shit you never saw
I take you to the shootout baby win lose or
And they ask who when where how
And, my reply was pow!

Mama, I tink dey, hey, me tink dey me to surrenda'
(Shooter, my hands up, my up, they want me to surrender)
Mama, I tink dey, ey, me tink dey want me to
(Shooter, my hands up, my hands up, want me to surrender)

No, me surrenda, no, no
I promise no
I got my
And I'm shooter