Luyện nghe bài hát Beef

Y'all don't want,
No y'all want, that
Get caught up in streets
Get shot up by them

Y'all want, beef
No y'all want, that
Get up in these streets
Get shot up by heats

Word to my cousin, the and no lie
Me and my was in his brand new Land, puffin' on lye
Tameka by, glossy-eyed as she cried
Lil' Jay got sprayed a chrome four-five

That's my man, get in the Land
Head to the rest, grab vests, whips to the Caravan
I heard an ambulance up the block
Plus shots, the shit's gettin' hot, pull up and park

By the back, pass the gat, hit the lights and lay
Hold up, now roll up, yo where them at?
I know one of them from the projects with Jay
The first nigga move, I'ma pull gun, spray

No delay, we stay night to fuckin'
It's on, my head spinnin', feelin' my cheeks get
drip as I stepped out the whip
Slipped a clip, had to get hit, that's that bullshit

Y'all want beef
No y'all don't want
Get caught up in streets
Get up by them heats

Y'all don't beef
No y'all don't that
Get up in these streets
Get shot up by heats

Yo, I believe my man since 3rd grade got sprayed
laced as he laid, chokin' up blood with no aid
Made for the purpose of his daughter
Victim of an slaughter, explain harder

Or don't bother, I'ma heat yo' ass like
was that tinted gray Chevy Impala
Fleein' the scene, as the back screamed
Now for them my man [Incomprehensible], ruined his dream

Of playin' pro, bitch that's how it go
You let me know, I'll hit your whole fuckin' team with the
Mental got my hand under the bubble
Tryin' to blow steam and leave the blood puddles

Snakes, whattup nigga? niggaz ain't explainin'
Well, fuck it then, it's time for some
Hit him in the worthless he came in
is a sin, but it's worse him dyin' on revenge and I ain't havin' it

Y'all don't want
No y'all don't want
Get up in these streets
Get shot up by them

Y'all don't want
No y'all don't that
Get caught up in streets
Get shot up by them

I ain't havin' it, reached in the and grabbed it
Automatic cocked and squeezed through his Polo fabric
duckin' and runnin', irrationally gunnin'
Thinkin' to myself, do I hit someone

Then I heard shots a back route
back out, got shot, dropped and blacked out
Put in a out, didn't map out or act out the plans
Now I'm consciously layin' while bullets is sprayin' the

We can't lose, I shotguns then 22's
arm booze, or blood soaked through my Adidas shoes
Heavy breathin', a lot of
screamin', put over on my good shoulder, started squeezin'

Out the back window, she gave the info
crashed into a Pinto
Hopped out, through the back yard, word to God
on and I felt the gat slip through my palm

Kept runnin', hopped the fence, hopin' I didn't leave prints
Spotted a black Ac' parked dark tints
Broke the passenger's side, hotwired the and slide
Another unsolved

don't want beef
No y'all don't want
Get up in these streets
Get up by them heats

Y'all want beef
No y'all want that
Get caught up in these
Get shot up by them