Luyện nghe bài hát Outta Town Shit

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

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

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

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

This just in, breaking
Today in Downtown Minnesota, a tragic shootout occurred at pm
An alleged witness says things haywire over a dice game
Two black males 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 but are being held under police supervision at this time
For on the spot
Theodore TV, is Dusty Williams signing off
Now back to Tony Starks already in