Luyện nghe bài hát Beef

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

Y'all want, beef
No y'all don't want,
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
came by, glossy-eyed as she cried
Lil' Jay got sprayed with a four-five

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Out the back window, she gave the info
crashed into a Pinto
Hopped out, through the back yard, word 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' with dark tints
the passenger's side, hotwired the wide and slide
Another unsolved

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

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