Luyện nghe bài hát Shootouts

Yo, release in me
Besides the Henny, it's eyes that's seen
get skinny as if Queens was a Craig Jenny
Instead of plans it's crack 200 grams
I a G-pack, peeping for where the D's at
It's slow, looking for Rambo, the cop who got
Back in the days, chasing niggas through my project
That cop he got a death
He run behind niggas until you
he making ten arrests, shit
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 real fly, with the Caesar
Vetacini summer gear, she the two-seater
I heard she brag the way he eat her
A Irish man short with a tan, they 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, like a in my squadron
I she let Jake investigate from her window
Cause she's a nympho, sucking dick and coughing up
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 open it glock burst
They had the chains on, son hit the first
We in the cop jerked
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
eying us (Nas yo he survived one from the fo'-five)
Pull his shades down, they his last days now
There's no way now, we can be treated like a slave now
Two in the dome, he's laid down, hey yo the is saved now
She's in a snitch grave now

Shootouts is similar to 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 never
Peep the jewels black man, it's even than gold
Niggas roll with iron, police roll in hot
Trying to the loot, fuck Jake, cock and shoot

Still on the with my peeps so deep
We threw a block party for my man going up
To do his two to four, niggas show love, from all the board
Peace Lord, Sony on record
Pop a bottle, cause when you home we still got it sewn
We can watch the tape play back and zone
Film all the bitches, on the benches with ill
We block the streets off, only crew can enter
Music was and it was crowded
Barbecued wings we fed the fiends (gamble in the back) Killa
And Frank tried to stop the bank loss, 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 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 everyone except for me had started
They had gats in each others faces, with
And around, Frank's only concern was his paper
My man Killa let off, of them fake niggaz jet off
Police quick, waiting for that to set off
Running the static, it got me mad cause they a of fagots
Starting shit in my hood, I have it
Yo High, get the stainless, Jake is still out
Let's make it real and still make them niggas
Dip behind trees in fatigues and squeeze, dodge and
Jake retaliating, and Wiz was up the alley waiting
We breeze, in the ride, heard Pierre died
Internal bleeding inside, and been back since ninety-five

is similar to Wild West
Broad daylight, face to 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 black man, it's even better than gold
Niggas roll with iron, police roll in hot
Trying to stop the loot, fuck Jake, cock and