Luyện nghe bài hát Shootouts

Yo, release in me
Besides the Henny, it's eyes seen plenty
Fiends get skinny as if Queens was a Craig
Instead of diet plans crack 200 grams
I pump a G-pack, peeping for the D's at
It's slow, looking for Rambo, the cop who got
in the days, chasing niggas through my project maze
That cop he got a death
He run behind niggas until you
Everyday he ten arrests, shit
My check this, I know the bitch he rest with
I even blessed it, inspect it
(Already it Dunn, near his ankle you could see his gun)
Peep, he parked his Jeep in the of the slum
To Tanisha, fat ass real fly, with the blonde Caesar
Vetacini summer gear, she push the
I she brag about 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 are foul
Speaking loud, peep her style, in and out of every cloud
Fat ass dissolving, like cotton candy in a mouth starving
Rock the gear daily, like a soldier in my squadron
I heard she let Jake investigate from her
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 up, we blazing from the neck up
(Yo let me knock first) Soon as he open it 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 tried to say she
We saw the cameras, recorders, and the monitors
They us (Nas yo he survived one from the fo'-five)
Pull his shades down, seen his last days now
There's no way now, we can be just like a slave now
Two in the dome, he's laid down, hey yo the bitch is now
She's in a snitch grave now

Shootouts is to Wild West
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 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

Still on the streets my peeps so deep
We a block party 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, cause you come home we still got it sewn
We can the tape play back and just zone
all the bitches, on the benches with ill extensions
We block the off, only crew cars can enter
Music was and it was crowded
Barbecued wings we fed the fiends (gamble in the back) shouted
And Frank tried to stop the bank loss, what a Roley cost
his drink, and staggered off
He's a Big Will, used to slang krill, now he own the
take losing his cash, and I could feel
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, with
And grandmothers around, Frank's only concern was his
My man let off, half of them fake niggaz jet off
Police quick, waiting for that to set off
the static, it got me mad cause they a bunch of fagots
Starting in my hood, I can't have it
Yo High, get the stainless, Jake is still out
make it real and still make them niggas famous
Dip behind trees in fatigues and squeeze, dodge and
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 similar to Wild
daylight, face to face without a vest
You know the episodes, thugs camouflage the
Please God to save the life that the sold
See "It Was Written" but was never
Peep the jewels black man, it's even better gold
Niggas roll with iron, police roll in hot
to stop the loot, fuck Jake, cock and shoot