Luyện nghe bài hát Outta Town Shit

I'm six foot two and a
With shoes on make it even
Been shot but I'm still
Sent niggaz to Pittsburgh
With they necks up no lie
See that's what when slugs fly
Doves cry when a thug
It rain if you're a love guy
Glocks we 'em in belong pawn shops where we resold 'em
And going in we let the hold 'em
Fake aliases, no driver's or socials
But we cold cheek shit, so many hammers left the clerk
my niggaz is dirty
Rollin' smoke in the back seat sippin' orange
Bumping Blackstreet, suede wallets,
Pea soup Clarks, music blastin', laughin' the whip in park
Bodies for lunch, eat those
Old school guns is like old albums, clean 'em and they keep

Hey man it's rough
Crack heads is buyin' all
Handguns is
around you might lose your life
Anywhere in and town B
The same every hood it's so
That you be on your grizzly
If not then you might get

Like one day right over a powerful dice game in
We hit the mall up for
Slid, in other words bounce, tip the
To get that cheddar back we lost from earlier
Get back the shaking, stretching my arm like Troy Aikman
What's in the bank? Nigga what? grand bowl 'em
No little shit on the floor 'em
That's what I do (sounds of shaking)
Six 'em girls, hit his
I'm a still show that motherfucker he
Pound cake, beat that
Holy smoke! I admire your
Two fours and a five, all applause and he smiled
But confident me, yea I my twelve on the ground
Grab the dice, on 'em
Passed off the other thirty thou, I'm doin' 'em
move shoot 'em, what's that? You roll a five?
Twenty or better y'all, I'm taking all side bets! Everybody out!
Watch the magic number my pretty hand let out
My first was one two four, picked 'em up
Somebody screamed out, "Tony headed for the dust off!"
I'm like no I'm headed for the gun store
Punch you in your motherfuckin' like Spongebob
Watched his when he aced, the place got quiet
Bowled like forty times, my arm got tired
Couldn't hit a point, not even a
a swig of my man's goose
Anything to give me a damn boost
Then out came a six
Holy shit! that shit
Yo Dies snatch that fuckin' cream quick
That was one one six, one sixteen C
And I care about no motherfuckin' Royce Green
He pulled out, he at me, I pointed at him
My main man at them
They their guns out and pointed at him
And shells they was coming in

Hey man rough outside
heads is buyin' all night
Handguns is
Fuck around you might lose life
in and outta town B
The same hood it's so real
That you gotta be on grizzly
If not then you might get

This just in, breaking
in Downtown Minnesota, a tragic shootout occurred at 5:23 pm
An alleged witness says things went haywire over a game
Two males were shot in their buttocks
Leaving one wounded
Two others pronounced dead on the crime scene
At a nearby hospital, three New York men are
In condition but are being held under police supervision at this time
For on the coverage
Theodore TV, this is Dusty signing off
Now back to Starks already in progress