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 breathing
niggaz back to Pittsburgh
With they necks up no lie
See that's what when slugs fly
cry when a thug dies
It might if you're a love guy
Glocks we tote 'em in belong pawn shops we resold 'em
And going in we let the fiends 'em
aliases, no driver's license or socials
But we cheek shit, so many hammers left the clerk speechless
Outdoors my is dirty
Rollin' in the back seat sippin' orange juice
Bumping Blackstreet, wallets, Wallabees
Pea soup Clarks, music blastin', laughin' the whip in park
Bodies for lunch, eat those
Old school is like old albums, clean 'em and they keep goin'

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

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 cheese back we lost from earlier
Get back the shaking, stretching my arm like Troy Aikman
What's in the bank? what? Twelve grand bowl 'em
No little on the floor roll 'em
That's I do (sounds of dice shaking)
Six 'em girls, hit his
I'm a still show that motherfucker he
Pound cake, that bitch
Holy smoke! I admire your
Two fours and a five, all applause and he smiled
But confident me, yea I threw my twelve on the
the dice, blew on 'em
Passed off the thirty five thou, I'm doin' 'em
Nigga move shoot 'em, what's that? You roll a
Twenty or better y'all, I'm all side bets! Everybody spread out!
Watch the magic number that my hand let out
My first roll was one two four, 'em up
Somebody screamed out, "Tony headed for the dust off!"
I'm like hell no I'm headed for the gun
Punch you in your motherfuckin' face like
Watched his face when he aced, the got quiet
Bowled like twenty times, my arm got tired
Couldn't hit a point, not even a
Took a swig of my man's
just to give me a damn boost
Then out came a six
Holy shit! Stack that
Yo Trife Dies snatch that fuckin' cream
That was one one six, one point C
And I care about no motherfuckin' Royce 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 was coming in

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

This just in, news
Today in Downtown Minnesota, a shootout occurred at 5:23 pm
An alleged witness says things went haywire over a game
Two black males were shot in buttocks
Leaving one wounded
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 supervision at this time
For on the spot
Theodore TV, this is Dusty signing off
Now back to Tony already in progress