Luyện nghe bài hát Beef

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Of playin' pro, bitch 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 and leave the scene blood puddles

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

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

Y'all don't want
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
Automatic cocked back and squeezed 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 is sprayin' the Caravan

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

Out the back window, she the wrong info
Suddenly crashed into a
Hopped out, flew through the yard, word to God
It's on and I felt the gat through my palm

Kept runnin', hopped the fence, hopin' that I didn't leave
Spotted a black Ac' parked with dark
the passenger's side, hotwired the wide and slide
Another unsolved

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

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