Luyện nghe bài hát Beef

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

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

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

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

By the back, pass the gat, hit the lights and lay
Hold up, now up, yo where them niggaz at?
I know one of them cats from the 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
drip as I stepped out the whip
Slipped a clip, had to get hit, uh-uh that bullshit

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

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

Yo, I believe my man since 3rd grade got sprayed
laced as he laid, chokin' up blood with no aid
Made money for the purpose of his
Victim of an unmerciful slaughter, explain

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

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

Snakes, whattup nigga? These niggaz explainin'
Well, it then, it's 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 up in these streets
Get up by them heats

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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