Luyện nghe bài hát Shootouts

Yo, release in me
Besides the Henny, it's that's seen plenty
Fiends get skinny as if was a Craig Jenny
Instead of plans it's 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 project
That cop he got a wish
He run niggas until you breathless
Everyday he making ten arrests,
My check this, I know the bitch he rest with
I even it, forty-dash-ten inspect it
(Already checked it Dunn, near his 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 about the way he eat her
A Irish man short slim with a tan, they say he laced her
She do be looking weaker, now her are foul
Speaking loud, peep her style, in and out of every reefer
Fat ass dissolving, cotton candy in a mouth that's starving
Rock the gear daily, like a soldier in my squadron
I heard she let Jake investigate her window
she's 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 popped one in his
I grabbed the bitch by her tits, she to say she Earth
We saw the cameras, recorders, and the monitors
They eying us (Nas yo he one from 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 laid down, hey yo the is saved now
She's in a snitch grave now

is similar to Wild West
Broad daylight, face to face a vest
You know the episodes, 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 better than gold
Niggas roll iron, police roll in hot pursuit
Trying to stop the loot, fuck Jake, cock and

Still on the streets with my so deep
We threw a party for my man going up creek
To do his two to four, niggas show love, from all around the
Lord, Sony Handi-Cam on record
Pop a bottle, cause when you come we still got it sewn
We can watch the tape play back and just
Film all the bitches, on the benches ill extensions
We block the streets off, crew cars can enter
Music was loud and it was
Barbecued wings we fed the fiends (gamble in the back) Killa
And Frank tried to stop the bank loss, what a Roley cost
Guzzled his drink, and off
a Big Will, used to slang krill, now he own the hill
Couldn't take losing his cash, and I could
in the air yeah, Frank returned with Pierre
A gun slinger, who hadn't seen in a year
I usually be holding, 'specially this type of
And everyone except for me had started
They had gats in each others faces, kids
And grandmothers around, Frank's concern was his paper
My man let off, half of them fake niggaz jet off
blitz quick, waiting for that to set off
Running the static, it got me mad cause they a of fagots
Starting 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 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, heard Pierre
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 black man, it's even better than
Niggas roll with iron, police roll in hot
to stop the loot, fuck Jake, cock and shoot