Luyện nghe bài hát Beef

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

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

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

That's my motherfuckin' man, get in the
to the rest, grab 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 lights and lay
Hold up, now roll up, yo where niggaz at?
I know one of them cats from the with Jay
The first move, I'ma pull this gun, spray

No delay, we stay night to dawn
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's bullshit

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

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 grade got
laced as he laid, chokin' up blood with no aid
Made money for the of his daughter
Victim of an unmerciful slaughter, explain

Or bother, I'ma heat yo' ass like lava
Identified was that tinted gray Chevy
Fleein' the scene, as the back screamed
Now for them my man [Incomprehensible], his whole dream

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

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

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

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

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

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

We lose, I hear shotguns then 22's
Left arm booze, or blood soaked through my shoes
breathin', a lot of bleedin'
Bitches screamin', put over on my shoulder, started squeezin'

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

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

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

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