Luyện nghe bài hát Beef

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

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

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 with a chrome

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or don't bother, I'ma yo' ass like lava
Identified was that tinted gray Chevy
Fleein' the scene, as the tires screamed
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 whole fuckin' team with the metal
Mental got my hand under the bubble
Tryin' to steam and leave the scene blood puddles

Snakes, nigga? These niggaz ain't explainin'
Well, fuck it then, it's for some gestratin'
Hit him in the worthless he came in
Murder is a sin, but it's him dyin' on revenge 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 don't beef
No y'all want that
Get caught up in streets
Get shot up by them

I havin' it, reached in the bubble and grabbed it
Automatic cocked and squeezed through his Polo fabric
Nigga and runnin', irrationally gunnin'
Thinkin' to myself, do I gotta hit

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 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
crashed into a Pinto
Hopped out, flew through the yard, word to God
It's on and I felt the gat slip through my

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

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

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