Luyện nghe bài hát Outta Town Shit

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

Hey man it's rough
Crack heads is all night
Handguns is
Fuck around you might your life
Anywhere in and outta B
The every hood it's so real
That you be on your grizzly
If not then you get pideeled

Like one day over a powerful dice game in Minnesota
We hit the up for kicks
Slid, in words bounce, tip the chauffeur
To get that cheddar back we lost from earlier
Get the dices shaking, stretching my arm like Troy Aikman
What's in the bank? Nigga Twelve grand bowl 'em
No little shit on the roll 'em
That's what I do (sounds of shaking)
Six 'em girls, hit his
I'm a still show that he fish
Pound cake, that bitch
smoke! I admire your roll
Two fours and a five, all applause and he smiled
But confident me, yea I threw my on the ground
Grab the dice, on 'em
Passed off the thirty five thou, I'm doin' 'em
Nigga move 'em, what's that? You roll a five?
Twenty or y'all, I'm taking all side bets! Everybody spread out!
the magic number that 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 hell no I'm headed for the gun store
Punch you in your motherfuckin' face like
Watched his face he aced, the place got quiet
Bowled twenty forty times, my arm got tired
Couldn't hit a point, not even a
Took a of my man's goose
Anything just to give me a damn
Then out a wonderful six
shit! Stack that shit
Yo Trife Dies that fuckin' cream quick
That was one one six, one sixteen C
And I care about no motherfuckin' Royce Green
He pulled out, he pointed at me, I at him
My man pointed at them
pulled their guns out and pointed at him
And crazy shells was coming in

Hey man rough outside
Crack heads is all night
is necessary
Fuck around you lose your life
in and outta town B
The same every it's so real
That you gotta be on your
If not you might get pideeled

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