Luyện nghe bài hát Uproar

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

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

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

[Verse 2: Lil
Get the fuck though, I bluff, bro'
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, 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 rolled up
We up gang signs, she throw up dope
Dreadlock hang down a bando
Put the green in the bag, like a
Hair trigger back like a cornrow
Extra clip in the stash like a
to Bono, you listen to Don O
What the bro? Where the love go?
Swizzy, you a chef, I like my lunch
Just look up, bro, the stars go
I see the shovel, but the drugs 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 the uproar?

What the though? Where 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
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