Luyện nghe bài hát Uproar

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

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

[Verse 2: Lil
Get the though, I don't bluff, bro'
I out the scuffle without a scuff, woah
Puff, puff, bro, I huff though
Yellow up close, catch a sunstroke
At your door with a gun stowed
"Knock-knock, who's there" is how it go
This the so have the utmost
For the nutzos, and we nuts, so
the fuck, bro? It's where I'm from, bro
We grew up fast, we up slow
We throw up gang signs, she throw up
Dreadlock hang down like a
Put the green in the bag, a lawnmower
Hair trigger pulled back like a
Extra clip in the stash a console
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, there the go
I see the shovel, but where the go? Hmm
To the
way he comin' back is through 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 fuck Where 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 fuck though? Where the go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow, get the fuck though, I bluff, bro
Aimin' at your head like a