Luyện nghe bài hát Beef

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

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

to my cousin, the truth and no lie
Me and my dawg was in his brand new Land, on lye
Tameka came by, as she cried
Jay got sprayed with a chrome four-five

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

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

No delay, we stay 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 bullshit

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

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

Yo, I can't my man since 3rd grade got sprayed
Bullet laced as he laid, up blood with no aid
money for the purpose of his daughter
Victim of an unmerciful slaughter, harder

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Out the back window, she gave the wrong
Suddenly into a Pinto
out, flew through the back yard, word to God
It's on and I the gat slip through my palm

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

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

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