Luyện nghe bài hát Shootouts

Yo, what's in me
Besides the Henny, it's eyes seen plenty
Fiends get skinny as if was a Craig Jenny
Instead of diet it's crack 200 grams
I pump a G-pack, peeping for the D's at
It's slow, looking for Rambo, the cop who got
Back in the days, chasing through my project maze
cop he got a death wish
He run niggas until you breathless
Everyday he ten arrests, shit
My nigga check this, I know the bitch he rest
I even blessed it, forty-dash-ten it
(Already it Dunn, near his ankle you could see his gun)
Peep, he parked his in the back of the slum
To check Tanisha, fat ass fly, with the blonde Caesar
Vetacini gear, she push the two-seater
I heard she brag the way he eat her
A Irish man short slim with a tan, they say he her cheeba
She do be looking weaker, now her teeth are
loud, peep her style, in and out of every reefer cloud
Fat ass dissolving, like cotton candy in a that's starving
Rock the same gear daily, like a soldier in my
I heard she let investigate from her window
Cause she's a nympho, sucking dick and up info
So now set up, her and the beast to get wet up
I know he vest up, we blazing the neck up
(Yo let me knock first) Soon as he it your glock burst
They had the chains on, son hit the first
We busted in the cop
Jungle popped one in his
I the bitch by her tits, she tried to say she Earth
We saw the cameras, tape recorders, and the
They eying us (Nas yo he survived one the fo'-five)
Pull his shades down, they seen his days now
There's no way now, we can be treated just a slave now
Two in the dome, laid down, hey yo the bitch is saved now
She's in a snitch grave now

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

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

is similar to Wild West
Broad daylight, face to face without a
You know the episodes, camouflage the spectacles
Please God to save the life that the sold
See "It Was Written" but was never
Peep the jewels black man, it's better than gold
Niggas roll with iron, police in hot pursuit
Trying to stop the loot, fuck Jake, and shoot