Luyện nghe bài hát Beef

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Snakes, whattup nigga? niggaz ain't explainin'
Well, it then, it's time 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 don't want
No y'all want that
Get caught up in streets
Get shot up by them

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

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

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

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

Out the window, she gave the wrong info
crashed into 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 black Ac' parked dark tints
Broke the side, hotwired the wide and slide
Another homicide

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

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