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 Jenny
Instead of diet plans it's crack 200
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, niggas through my project maze
cop he got a death wish
He run behind until you breathless
Everyday he making ten arrests,
My nigga check this, I know the he rest with
I blessed it, forty-dash-ten inspect it
(Already checked it Dunn, near his ankle you see his gun)
Peep, he parked his in the back of the slum
To check Tanisha, fat ass fly, with the blonde Caesar
Vetacini summer gear, she the two-seater
I heard she brag the way he eat her
A man short slim 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 reefer cloud
Fat ass dissolving, like cotton in a mouth that's starving
Rock the same daily, like a soldier in my squadron
I heard she let Jake investigate from her
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 blazing from the up
(Yo let me knock first) Soon as he open it your burst
They had the on, son hit the lock first
We in the cop jerked
Jungle one in his shirt
I grabbed the by her tits, she tried to say she Earth
We saw the cameras, recorders, and the monitors
They eying us (Nas yo he survived one the fo'-five)
Pull his shades down, they his last days now
There's no way now, we can be treated just like a now
Two in the dome, laid down, hey yo the bitch is saved now
She's living in a snitch now

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

on the streets with my peeps so deep
We threw a block party for my man up creek
To do his two to four, niggas love, from all around the board
Peace Lord, Sony Handi-Cam on
Pop a bottle, cause when you come home we still got it
We can watch the tape play and just zone
all the bitches, on the benches with ill extensions
We block the streets off, crew cars can enter
Music was and it was crowded
Barbecued wings we fed the (gamble in the back) Killa shouted
And Frank tried to stop the loss, about what a Roley cost
his drink, and staggered off
He's a Big Will, used to 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, this type of weekend
And everyone except for me had started
had gats in each others faces, with kids
And around, Frank's only 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 can't it
Yo High, get the 40-cali stainless, Jake is out
Let's it real and still make them niggas famous
Dip behind trees in fatigues and squeeze, and weave
Hearing Jake retaliating, and Wiz was up the alley
We breeze, in the ride, heard Pierre died
Internal bleeding inside, and ain't been back ninety-five

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