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 your work
I mean, I don't what y'all came here to do, but uhh
If you ain't a lighter, what the you smoking for
We hot! (haaa)

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

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

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

What the fuck though? Where the 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 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