Luyện nghe bài hát Beef

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 don't want
Get caught up in these
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
Made 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 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 whole fuckin' team with the metal
struggle got my hand under the bubble
Tryin' to blow steam and the scene blood puddles

Snakes, whattup These niggaz ain't explainin'
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 havin' it

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

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

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

Then I heard shots a back route
Fired back out, got shot, dropped and 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 shotguns then 22's
arm booze, or blood soaked through my Adidas shoes
Heavy breathin', a lot of
Bitches screamin', put over on my good shoulder, started

Out the back window, she gave the 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

runnin', hopped the fence, hopin' that I didn't leave prints
Spotted a black Ac' with dark tints
Broke the passenger's side, hotwired the and slide
Another homicide

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

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