Luyện nghe bài hát Beef

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

Y'all want, beef
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 brand new Land, on lye
came by, glossy-eyed as she cried
Lil' Jay got with a chrome four-five

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or don't bother, I'ma heat yo' ass lava
Identified was tinted gray Chevy Impala
the scene, as the back tires 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
struggle got my hand under the bubble
Tryin' to blow steam and leave the scene puddles

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

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

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

I ain't havin' it, reached in the and grabbed it
Automatic back and squeezed through his Polo fabric
Nigga duckin' and runnin', irrationally
to myself, do I gotta hit someone

Then I heard shots a back 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' while bullets is sprayin' the

We can't lose, I hear 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 back window, she gave the info
Suddenly crashed a Pinto
Hopped out, flew the back yard, word to God
It's on and I felt the gat slip my palm

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

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

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