Luyện nghe bài hát Beef

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

don't want, beef
No don't want, that
Get up in these streets
Get shot up by heats

to my cousin, the truth and no lie
Me and my dawg was in his new Land, puffin' on lye
came by, glossy-eyed as she cried
Lil' Jay got sprayed with a chrome

That's my motherfuckin' man, get in the
Head to the rest, grab vests, switch whips to the
I an ambulance right up the block
Plus more shots, the shit's hot, pull up and park

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

No delay, we night to fuckin' dawn
on, my head spinnin', feelin' my cheeks get warm
Tears drip as I out the whip
Slipped a clip, had to get hit, uh-uh that's that

don't want beef
No don't want that
Get up in these streets
Get shot up by heats

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

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

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

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

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

Y'all want beef
No y'all don't want
Get up in these 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

I ain't it, reached in the bubble and grabbed it
Automatic cocked back and squeezed his Polo fabric
Nigga duckin' and runnin', irrationally
to myself, do I gotta hit someone

Then I heard shots from a route
back out, got shot, dropped and blacked out
Put in a clap out, map out or act out the plans
Now I'm consciously layin' while bullets is the Caravan

We can't lose, I hear shotguns then
Left arm booze, or blood soaked through my Adidas
breathin', a lot of bleedin'
Bitches screamin', put on my good shoulder, started squeezin'

Out the window, she gave the wrong info
Suddenly crashed into a
Hopped out, flew through the yard, word to God
It's on and I felt the gat through my palm

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

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

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