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 necks wrapped up no lie
See that's what happens slugs fly
Doves cry when a dies
It rain if you're a love guy
Glocks we tote 'em in pawn shops where we resold 'em
And going in we let the fiends 'em
aliases, no driver's license or socials
But we cold cheek shit, so many hammers left the clerk
Outdoors my niggaz is
Rollin' smoke in the back sippin' orange juice
Bumping Blackstreet, wallets, Wallabees
Pea soup Clarks, blastin', laughin' with the whip in park
Bodies for lunch, eat those
Old school guns is like old albums, clean 'em and they goin'

Hey man it's rough
Crack is buyin' all night
Handguns is
Fuck you might lose your life
Anywhere in and town B
The same every hood so real
you gotta be on your grizzly
If not you might get pideeled

Like one day right over a powerful dice in Minnesota
We hit the up for kicks
Slid, in other bounce, tip the chauffeur
To get that cheddar cheese back we lost from
Get the dices shaking, stretching my arm like Troy Aikman
What's in the bank? Nigga what? grand bowl 'em
No shit on the floor roll 'em
That's what I do (sounds of shaking)
Six 'em girls, hit his
I'm a still that motherfucker he fish
Pound cake, beat bitch
smoke! I admire your roll
Two fours and a five, they all applause and he
But confident me, yea I threw my twelve on the
the dice, blew on 'em
Passed off the other thirty thou, I'm doin' 'em
Nigga move shoot 'em, what's that? You roll a
Twenty or y'all, I'm taking all side bets! Everybody spread out!
Watch the magic number that my pretty let out
My roll was one two four, picked 'em up
Somebody screamed out, "Tony Starks headed for the off!"
I'm like hell no I'm for the gun store
Punch you in motherfuckin' face like Spongebob
Watched his when he aced, the place got quiet
Bowled like twenty times, my arm got tired
Couldn't hit a point, not even a
a swig of my man's goose
Anything just to give me a boost
Then out came a six
shit! Stack that shit
Yo Trife snatch that fuckin' cream quick
was one one six, one sixteen point C
And I care about no motherfuckin' Royce Green
He out, he pointed 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
Crack heads is buyin' all
Handguns is
Fuck around you might lose your
Anywhere in and town B
The same every hood so real
That you be on your grizzly
If not you might get pideeled

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