Luyện nghe bài hát Beef

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

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

to my cousin, the truth 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 with a chrome four-five

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Of playin' ball pro, 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, nigga? These niggaz ain't explainin'
Well, it then, it's time for some gestratin'
Hit him in the worthless shell he 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 that
Get caught up in streets
Get up by them heats

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

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

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

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

Out the window, she gave the wrong info
crashed into a Pinto
Hopped out, flew through the back yard, to God
It's on and I felt the gat slip 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 and slide
Another unsolved

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

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