Luyện nghe bài hát Shootouts

Yo, release in me
Besides the Henny, it's eyes that's seen
Fiends get as if Queens was a Craig Jenny
Instead of plans it's crack 200 grams
I pump a G-pack, peeping for the D's at
slow, looking for Rambo, the cop who got grazed
Back in the days, chasing niggas my project maze
That cop he got a death
He run behind niggas you breathless
Everyday he making ten arrests,
My nigga check this, I the bitch he rest with
I even it, forty-dash-ten inspect it
(Already it Dunn, near his ankle you could see his gun)
Peep, he his Jeep 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 about the way he eat her
A Irish man short slim with a tan, say he laced her cheeba
She do be weaker, now her teeth are foul
loud, peep her style, in and out of every reefer cloud
Fat ass dissolving, cotton candy in a mouth that's starving
Rock the same gear daily, a soldier in my squadron
I heard she let investigate from her window
Cause she's a nympho, 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) as he open it your glock burst
They had the on, son hit the lock first
We busted in the cop
popped one in his shirt
I grabbed the bitch by her tits, she to say she Earth
We saw the cameras, recorders, and the monitors
eying us (Nas yo he survived one from the fo'-five)
Pull his shades down, they seen his days now
There's no way now, we can be treated like a slave now
Two in the dome, laid down, hey yo the bitch is saved now
living in a snitch grave now

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

Still on the streets with my peeps so
We threw a block party for my man going up
To do his two to four, niggas show love, all around the board
Lord, Sony Handi-Cam on record
Pop a bottle, cause when you come home we still got it
We can watch the tape play back and zone
Film all the bitches, on the benches with ill
We block the off, only crew cars can enter
was loud and it was crowded
Barbecued we fed the fiends (gamble in the back) Killa shouted
And Frank tried to stop the loss, about what a Roley cost
Guzzled his drink, and off
He's a Big Will, to slang krill, now he own the hill
Couldn't take losing his cash, and I could
Something in the air yeah, returned with 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 concern was his paper
My man let off, half of them fake niggaz jet off
Police blitz quick, waiting for 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
Let's make it real and still make them niggas
Dip trees in fatigues and squeeze, dodge and weave
Hearing Jake retaliating, and Wiz was up the waiting
We breeze, jump in the ride, Pierre died
Internal bleeding inside, and ain't been since ninety-five

Shootouts is similar to West
Broad daylight, face to face a vest
You know the episodes, thugs camouflage the
Please God to save the life the Devil sold
See "It Was Written" but was told
Peep the black man, it's even better than gold
roll with iron, police roll in hot pursuit
Trying to stop the loot, Jake, cock and shoot