Luyện nghe bài hát Shootouts

Yo, release in me
Besides the Henny, it's that's seen plenty
Fiends get skinny as if Queens was a Craig
Instead of diet plans crack 200 grams
I a G-pack, peeping for where 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 niggas you breathless
Everyday he making ten arrests,
My nigga check this, I 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 in the back of the slum
To check Tanisha, fat ass real fly, the blonde Caesar
Vetacini summer gear, she the two-seater
I heard she brag the way he eat her
A Irish man slim with 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 cotton in a mouth that's starving
Rock the same gear daily, like a soldier in my
I heard she let Jake investigate from her
Cause she's a nympho, 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 it your glock burst
They had the chains on, son hit the first
We in the cop jerked
popped one in his shirt
I grabbed the by her tits, she tried 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 shades down, they seen his days now
no way now, we can be treated just like a slave now
Two in the dome, he's down, hey yo the bitch is saved now
She's in a snitch grave now

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

Still on the streets with my peeps so
We threw a block party for my man up creek
To do his two to four, show love, from all around the board
Peace Lord, Sony on record
Pop a bottle, cause when you home we still got it sewn
We can watch the play back and just zone
Film all the bitches, on the benches with ill
We the streets off, only crew cars can enter
was loud and it was crowded
Barbecued wings we fed the fiends (gamble in the back) shouted
And Frank tried to the bank 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 feel
Something in the air yeah, returned with Pierre
A gun slinger, who niggas hadn't seen in a
I usually be holding, 'specially type of weekend
And everyone except for me had reaching
had gats in each others faces, with kids
And grandmothers around, Frank's only was his paper
My man Killa let off, half of them fake jet off
Police quick, waiting for that to set off
Running the static, it got me mad cause they a bunch of
shit in my hood, I can't have it
Yo High, get the 40-cali stainless, Jake is out
Let's make it real and still them niggas famous
Dip behind trees in and squeeze, dodge and weave
Hearing Jake retaliating, and Wiz was up the 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
God to save the life that the Devil sold
See "It Was Written" but was told
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