Luyện nghe bài hát Shootouts

Yo, what's in me
Besides the Henny, eyes that's seen plenty
Fiends get skinny as if Queens was a Craig
of diet plans it's crack 200 grams
I pump a G-pack, peeping for the D's at
It's slow, 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 until you breathless
Everyday he making ten arrests,
My nigga check this, I know the bitch he rest
I blessed it, forty-dash-ten inspect it
(Already checked it Dunn, near his you could see his gun)
Peep, he parked his Jeep in the back of the
To Tanisha, fat ass real fly, with the blonde Caesar
Vetacini gear, she push the two-seater
I heard she about 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 are foul
loud, peep her style, in and out of every reefer cloud
Fat ass dissolving, like cotton candy in a mouth that's
Rock the same daily, like a soldier in my squadron
I heard she let Jake investigate her window
Cause she's a nympho, sucking dick and coughing up
So now it's set up, her and the to get wet up
I know he vest up, we from the neck up
(Yo let me knock first) Soon as he it your glock burst
They had the on, son hit the lock first
We busted in the cop
Jungle popped one in his
I grabbed the bitch by her tits, she 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 down, they seen his last days now
no way now, we can be treated just like a slave now
Two in the dome, he's laid down, hey yo the is saved now
She's living in a snitch now

Shootouts is similar to Wild
daylight, face 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
the jewels black man, it's even better than gold
Niggas roll with iron, police in hot pursuit
Trying to stop the loot, fuck Jake, cock and

Still on the streets my peeps so deep
We threw a block for my man going up creek
To do his two to four, show love, from all around the board
Lord, Sony Handi-Cam on record
Pop a bottle, when you come home we still got it sewn
We can watch the play back and just zone
Film all the bitches, on the with ill extensions
We block the streets off, crew cars can enter
Music was and it was crowded
Barbecued wings we fed the fiends (gamble in the back) Killa
And Frank tried to stop the bank loss, about what a cost
his drink, and staggered off
He's a Big Will, to slang krill, now he own the hill
take losing his cash, and I could feel
Something in the air yeah, returned with Pierre
A gun slinger, who niggas hadn't in a year
I usually be holding, 'specially this type of
And everyone except for me had reaching
They had gats in each faces, with kids
And grandmothers around, Frank's only concern was his
My man Killa let off, of them fake niggaz jet off
blitz quick, waiting for that to set off
Running the static, it got me mad cause 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 it real and still make them niggas famous
Dip behind trees in fatigues and squeeze, and weave
Jake 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 without a
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 black man, it's even better than gold
Niggas roll iron, police roll in hot pursuit
Trying to stop the loot, fuck Jake, and shoot