Luyện nghe bài hát Outta Town Shit

I'm six two and a half
With on make it three even
Been shot but I'm breathing
Sent back to Pittsburgh
With they wrapped up no lie
See that's happens when slugs 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 fiends 'em
Fake aliases, no driver's or socials
But we cold cheek shit, so hammers left the clerk speechless
my niggaz is dirty
Rollin' smoke in the back seat sippin' orange
Bumping Blackstreet, suede wallets,
Pea soup Clarks, music blastin', with the whip in park
Bodies for lunch, they eat
Old school is like old albums, clean 'em and they keep goin'

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

Like one day right over a powerful game in Minnesota
We hit the up for kicks
Slid, in other bounce, tip the chauffeur
To get that cheddar cheese back we from earlier
Get back the dices shaking, stretching my arm like Troy
What's in the bank? Nigga what? Twelve bowl 'em
No little shit on the floor 'em
what I do (sounds of dice shaking)
Six 'em girls, hit his
I'm a still show that motherfucker he
Pound cake, beat bitch
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
the dice, blew on 'em
Passed off the thirty five thou, I'm doin' 'em
move shoot 'em, what's that? You roll a five?
Twenty or better y'all, I'm all side bets! Everybody spread out!
Watch the number that my pretty hand let out
My first was one two four, picked 'em up
Somebody screamed out, "Tony Starks for the dust off!"
I'm like hell no I'm for the gun store
Punch you in your face like Spongebob
Watched his face when he aced, the place got
Bowled like forty times, my arm got tired
hit a point, not even a deuce
Took a swig of my goose
Anything just to me a damn boost
out came a wonderful six
Holy shit! Stack that
Yo Trife Dies that fuckin' cream quick
was one one six, one sixteen point C
And I don't care about no motherfuckin' Green
He pulled out, he pointed at me, I at him
My main man pointed at
pulled their guns out and pointed at him
And crazy they was coming in

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

This just in, news
Today in Downtown Minnesota, a tragic shootout at 5:23 pm
An alleged witness says went haywire over a dice game
Two black were shot in their buttocks
one critically wounded
Two others were pronounced on the crime scene
At a nearby hospital, New York men are recovering
In stable but are being held under police supervision at this time
For on the coverage
TV, this is Dusty Williams signing off
Now back to Starks already in progress