Luyện nghe bài hát Outta Town Shit

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

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

Like one day right over a powerful dice game in
We hit the up for kicks
Slid, in other bounce, tip the chauffeur
To get that cheddar cheese back we lost 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 that motherfucker he fish
Pound cake, beat that
Holy smoke! I admire roll
Two and a five, they all applause and he smiled
But me, yea I threw my twelve on the ground
the dice, blew on 'em
Passed off the thirty five thou, I'm doin' 'em
Nigga move 'em, what's that? You roll a five?
Twenty or better y'all, I'm taking all side bets! spread out!
the magic number that my pretty hand let out
My roll was one two four, picked 'em up
Somebody screamed out, "Tony Starks for the dust off!"
I'm hell no I'm headed for the gun store
you in your motherfuckin' face like Spongebob
Watched his face when he aced, the got quiet
Bowled like forty times, my arm got tired
hit a point, not even a deuce
Took a swig of my man's
Anything just to give me a boost
out came a wonderful six
Holy shit! Stack shit
Yo Dies snatch that fuckin' cream quick
That was one one six, one point C
And I don't care no motherfuckin' Royce Green
He pulled out, he at me, I pointed at him
My main man at them
They pulled their guns out and at him
And crazy shells they was in

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

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