Luyện nghe bài hát Shootouts

Yo, what's in me
Besides the Henny, it's that's seen plenty
Fiends get skinny as if Queens was a Jenny
Instead of diet it's crack 200 grams
I pump a G-pack, for where the D's at
It's slow, for Rambo, the cop who got grazed
Back in the days, chasing through my project maze
That cop he got a wish
He run niggas until you breathless
Everyday he ten arrests, shit
My nigga check this, I know the 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 in the back of the slum
To check Tanisha, fat ass real fly, with the blonde
Vetacini gear, she push the two-seater
I heard she brag the way he eat her
A Irish man short slim a tan, they say he laced her cheeba
She do be looking weaker, now her teeth are
Speaking loud, her style, in and out of every reefer cloud
Fat ass dissolving, like candy in a mouth that's starving
Rock the gear daily, like a soldier in my squadron
I heard she let investigate from her window
she's a nympho, sucking dick and coughing up info
So now it's set up, her and the to get wet up
I know he vest up, we blazing from the 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 one in his shirt
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 one from the fo'-five)
his shades down, they seen his last days now
There's no way now, we can be treated like a slave now
Two in the dome, he's down, hey yo the bitch is saved now
living in a snitch grave now

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

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

Shootouts is to Wild West
Broad daylight, face to face a vest
You know the episodes, thugs the spectacles
God to save the life that the Devil sold
See "It Was Written" but was never
Peep the jewels black man, it's even better than
Niggas with iron, police roll in hot pursuit
to stop the loot, fuck Jake, cock and shoot