Luyện nghe bài hát Shootouts

Yo, what's in me
Besides the Henny, it's eyes that's plenty
Fiends get as if Queens was a Craig Jenny
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
Back in the days, chasing niggas through my maze
That cop he got a wish
He run behind until you breathless
Everyday he making ten arrests,
My nigga check this, I know the bitch he rest
I even it, forty-dash-ten inspect it
(Already checked it Dunn, near his ankle you see his gun)
Peep, he his Jeep in the back of the slum
To check Tanisha, fat ass real fly, with the blonde
Vetacini summer gear, she the two-seater
I heard she about the way he eat her
A Irish man short with a tan, they say he laced 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 that's starving
Rock the same gear daily, like a soldier in my
I she let Jake investigate from her window
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 from the neck up
(Yo let me knock first) Soon as he it your glock burst
had the chains on, son hit the lock first
We busted in the cop
Jungle one in his shirt
I the bitch by her tits, she tried to say she Earth
We saw the cameras, tape recorders, and the
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 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 to Wild West
Broad daylight, face to face without a
You know the episodes, thugs camouflage the
Please God to save the life that the Devil
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 the loot, fuck Jake, cock and shoot

Still on the streets with my so deep
We a block party for my man going up creek
To do his two to four, niggas show love, all around the board
Peace Lord, Handi-Cam on record
Pop a bottle, cause when you come home we still got it
We can watch the tape play and just zone
Film all the bitches, on the with ill extensions
We the streets 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, about what a Roley
his drink, and staggered off
He's a Big Will, to slang krill, now he own the hill
Couldn't losing his cash, and I could feel
Something in the air yeah, Frank with Pierre
A gun slinger, who niggas hadn't seen in a
I be holding, 'specially this type of weekend
And except for me had started reaching
They had gats in each faces, with kids
And around, Frank's only concern was his paper
My man let off, half of them fake niggaz jet off
Police blitz quick, waiting for to set off
Running the static, it got me mad cause a bunch of fagots
shit in my hood, I can't have it
Yo High, get the 40-cali stainless, is still out
Let's make it real and still make them niggas
Dip behind trees in and squeeze, dodge and weave
Hearing retaliating, and Wiz was up the alley waiting
We breeze, jump in the ride, Pierre died
Internal bleeding inside, and been back since ninety-five

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