Luyện nghe bài hát Shooter

Yea, yea, yea
Weezy y'all, (yeah)
Don't get
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 some like "Down on the floor"
Then even we got shooters, shooter
I turn around, I was starin' at
Shotgun watches door, got good (check)
Jumped over counter
gun at, Winky tell her
I'm shooter, shooter, shooter

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

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

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

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

So doubt '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 x-ray, helpin' y'all see the fake
I'm just tryin' to be the great, tryin' to get a piece of
Take it offa your plate, eat it right in face
They got a whole lot to say but I listen
me automatic Weezy bitch I keep spittin', pow

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

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

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

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

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

I try you what I am baby

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

Me won't surrender, me no

soakin' wet I been runnin' y'all
I reload, every hundred yards I'm comin'
Better know me, Lil Wayne just call me
Hard, take 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 they ask who when how
And, my was simply pow!

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

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