Luyện nghe bài hát Shoot' Em Up

Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, 'em up
Shoot, shoot, 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Twelve gauges bust up in ya playa we be quick to pin ya
You know, we know, you don't wanna
'Cause then we give it to you, we're gonna it to you, oh yeah

off the job, ooh, now I gots ta let ya know
When you betta be rollin' with tha big shot guns
And we deep when we never sleepin' and we droppin'
bodies on fools who wanna get dumb enough
Now that you know that

These niggaz come around, don't know how to act, in fact
I'm at the in tha back with a couple of my cats in the hood
Smokin' weed and up to no
Red Dog in the trunk and we rollin' bank
Slang bud on over yo thug

So me and tha of these thugs can marinate, marinate
We get high, so high
how my mental, that's how my mental stay
It's like parlay like every day
Don't on tha pimp, playa hatin'
But ya betta be yo self

I in with tha M-11, 357
Automatic weapons my shelf
These wanna take my health
My check yo self
to get in but they couldn't win
We took it to tha head a fifth of weed

Now we in a 500 we roll-roll
Drop tha top, lock tha locks, tha glock
ta hit this corna
Livin' like a thugs on tha who's stronga
I put on ya, all playaz gonnaz

Murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo dem all
They fall, dey fall, buck-buck, oh
be gettin' they pistols finna
And fuck with tha mothafuckas
fuck with us when we puff bitch

Ooh, because we gonna put you back up in yo trunk
Hey and 44 mag go and
Tha little nigga don't know betta, 357 put ass in a matter
Execution, be shootin' round
"Leavin' em off on ya raw"

Ya plot me 'cause you me
My you know you watchin' me now
bitch niggaz run up and try me
I'm flippin' up outta my shit some shit
To be keepin' you wonderin' redrum,

And fo' sure we lit 'em up
And you can still find me
You know East 99, dealers and po-po and St. Clair
Going to the mo
And Cleveland Cleveland

You know we thuggin' and thievin'
There's who got beef, we got millions to make
A whole record
For you see my we comin' with nothin' to lose
And if you try me anybody mine plus

Bloody bodies to get out of tha room
If I just look up and see ya dyin' lyin'
Lyin' and flippin' my
you dig 'em quiet
The get past on tha ride bang

tha way you get a man, get a man
Sneak up on him and you him
And he fuck with you no more
You havin' a

With that weed goin' up in ya
Smokers
My they got me sloppy
High, oh, so, so

Come on, come on, don't be shy, get high
We got tha herb, if you want some, some
We got weed indeed, you some, need some
Oh
I know this might sound crazy, but lately

Gotta wit' my gun
'Cause tha they hate me
When they heard that bone
somehow someway get paid
Even if they hate that to tha bang

thing I got a gat
'Cause we rhyme rhymes
Had to out but it came in time
Just two and if you give it to me
My gon' give it to you

So people pull back, cool
Somebody's gon' get blown
Bone, doin' ya best on
Hey, hey, hey, go and fix yo pistols
And get with that
To tha bang, bang,

Nigga roll with bone it's on
But we cool, we cool
Don't playa hataz gettin'
That buck to tha
All up in tha body, got 'em got 'em

We be slippin'
We might be peepin' you all tha time
I'm comin', I'm
And put that on tha man

Shoot 'em up always, St. breakin' you off
And you lossin', betta to
Falsin', that'll be coffins for all of ya
Well, that'll be coffins for all of ya
For tha police on the
Creepin' up because tha

Well, they betta be on of them St. Clair niggaz
it together to grab the doja
Well, I ya, see now you jumpin' about yo shit you
with a gang of bitches for you
Ready and to do it to you, be my thang
buck, buck to smoke Jane

See some of these niggaz say that nigga was
With that maintain
Well, it be north coast homie
That where tha St. Clair niggaz sell dope on it
Police want to search you for nothin' but that
So it's on bitch
it bitch 'cause my trigga fingaz a bitch

Ho, I be puttin' 'em down with my
I stood 'em all and play
And my nine up when I'm fuckin' with y'all
my dogs to dem all
Niggaz mention Bizzy, but it's all good
I still ball and I'm you knowin'

No snatching, no souls, no nigga be
as I'm flowin' already
Gave my niggas a fifth and we lit in a doorway
Clair, up tha sto'
What did you think I'm
you are
What did you think I'd bring you

Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, 'em up
Shoot, shoot, 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, 'em up
gauges bust up in ya playa hatas we be quick to pin ya
You know, we know, you don't wanna
'Cause we give it to you, we're gonna bring it to you, oh yeah

Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, 'em up, shoot 'em up
Twelve bust up in ya playa hatas we be quick to pin ya
You know, we know, you don't roll
'Cause then we it to you, we're gonna bring it to you, oh yeah

Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, 'em up
Shoot, shoot, 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
gauges bust up in ya playa hatas we be quick to pin ya
You know, we know, you wanna roll
then we give it to you, we're gonna bring it to you, oh yeah

Shoot, shoot, 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, 'em up, shoot 'em up
Twelve gauges bust up in ya hatas we be quick to pin ya
You know, we know, you don't wanna
then we give it to you, we're gonna bring it to you, oh yeah