Luyện nghe bài hát Beef

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

don't want, beef
No y'all don't want,
Get caught up in these
Get shot up by them

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

That's my man, get in the Land
Head to the rest, vests, switch whips to the Caravan
I heard an right 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 niggaz at?
I one of them cats from the projects with Jay
The nigga move, I'ma pull this gun, spray

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

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

Y'all don't 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
laced as he laid, chokin' up blood with no aid
Made for the purpose of his daughter
Victim of an unmerciful slaughter, explain

Or don't bother, I'ma heat yo' ass like
was that tinted gray Chevy 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, I'll hit your whole fuckin' with the metal
struggle got my hand under the bubble
Tryin' to blow and leave the scene blood puddles

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

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

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

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

Then I heard shots from a back
back out, got shot, dropped and blacked 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 then
Left arm booze, or blood soaked through my Adidas
breathin', a lot of bleedin'
Bitches screamin', put over on my good shoulder, started

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

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

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

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