Luyện nghe bài hát Beef

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

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

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

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

By the back, pass the gat, hit the and lay back
up, now roll up, yo where them niggaz at?
I know one of cats from 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', my cheeks get warm
Tears drip as I out the whip
Slipped a clip, had to get hit, uh-uh that's that

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I ain't 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 route
Fired out, got shot, dropped and blacked out
Put in a clap out, map out or act out the plans
Now I'm consciously layin' bullets is sprayin' the Caravan

We can't lose, I shotguns then 22's
Left arm booze, or blood soaked 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 into a Pinto
Hopped out, through the back 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
a black Ac' parked with dark tints
Broke the passenger's side, hotwired the and slide
Another homicide

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

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