Luyện nghe bài hát Shootouts

Yo, release in me
Besides the Henny, it's that's seen plenty
Fiends get skinny as if Queens was a Jenny
Instead of diet plans it's crack 200
I pump a G-pack, for where the D's at
slow, looking for Rambo, the cop who got grazed
Back in the days, chasing niggas through my project
That cop he got a death
He run behind niggas until you
he making ten arrests, shit
My check this, I know the bitch he rest with
I even it, forty-dash-ten inspect it
(Already checked it Dunn, his ankle you could see his gun)
Peep, he parked his Jeep in the back of the
To check Tanisha, fat ass real fly, with the blonde
Vetacini summer gear, she push the
I heard she about the way he eat her
A Irish man short with a tan, they say he laced her cheeba
She do be weaker, now her teeth are foul
Speaking loud, peep her style, in and out of every cloud
Fat ass dissolving, like cotton candy in a that's starving
the same gear daily, like a soldier in my squadron
I she let Jake investigate from her window
Cause a nympho, sucking dick and coughing up info
So now set up, her and the beast to get wet up
I know he vest up, we from the neck up
(Yo let me knock first) Soon as he open it your burst
They had the chains on, son hit the first
We in the cop jerked
Jungle one in his shirt
I grabbed the bitch by her tits, she tried to say she
We saw the cameras, tape recorders, and the
eying us (Nas yo he survived one from the fo'-five)
Pull his shades down, they his last days now
There's no way now, we can be treated just a slave now
Two in the dome, he's down, hey yo the bitch is saved now
She's living in a snitch now

Shootouts is to Wild West
daylight, face to face without a vest
You know the episodes, thugs camouflage the
Please God to the life that the Devil sold
See "It Was Written" but was never
Peep the jewels black man, it's even better than
roll with iron, police roll in hot pursuit
Trying to stop the loot, fuck Jake, cock and

Still on the streets with my peeps so
We threw a party for my man going up creek
To do his two to four, niggas show love, from all around the
Peace Lord, Sony on record
Pop a bottle, cause when you come home we got it sewn
We can watch the play back and just zone
Film all the bitches, on the benches with ill
We block the streets off, crew cars can enter
was loud and it was crowded
Barbecued wings we fed the fiends (gamble in the back) Killa
And Frank tried to the bank loss, about what a Roley cost
his drink, and staggered off
He's a Big Will, to slang krill, now he own the hill
Couldn't take losing his cash, and I feel
Something in the air yeah, Frank returned Pierre
A gun slinger, who niggas hadn't seen in a
I usually be holding, 'specially this of weekend
And except for me had started reaching
They had gats in others faces, with kids
And grandmothers around, Frank's only was his paper
My man let off, half of them fake niggaz jet off
Police blitz quick, for that to set off
Running the static, it got me mad they a bunch of fagots
Starting shit in my hood, I can't it
Yo High, get the 40-cali stainless, is still out
Let's make it real and still them niggas famous
Dip behind trees in fatigues and squeeze, and weave
Hearing retaliating, and Wiz was up the alley waiting
We breeze, jump in the ride, heard died
Internal inside, and ain't been back since ninety-five

is similar to Wild West
Broad daylight, to face without a vest
You know the episodes, camouflage the spectacles
Please God to save the life that the sold
See "It Was Written" but was told
Peep the jewels man, it's even better than gold
Niggas roll iron, police roll in hot pursuit
Trying to stop the loot, fuck Jake, cock and