Luyện nghe bài hát Shootouts

Yo, release in me
Besides the Henny, it's eyes seen plenty
get skinny as if Queens was a Craig Jenny
Instead of diet 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 until you breathless
Everyday he ten arrests, shit
My nigga check this, I know the 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 Tanisha, fat ass real fly, with the blonde Caesar
Vetacini gear, she push the two-seater
I she brag about the way he eat her
A Irish man short slim with a tan, they say he laced her
She do be weaker, now her teeth are foul
Speaking loud, peep her style, in and out of every cloud
Fat ass dissolving, like cotton candy in a mouth starving
Rock the same gear daily, like a in my squadron
I heard she let Jake investigate 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 from the neck up
(Yo let me knock first) Soon as he open it your glock
had the chains on, son hit the lock first
We in the cop jerked
popped one in his shirt
I the bitch by her tits, she tried to say she Earth
We saw the cameras, tape recorders, and the
eying us (Nas yo he survived one from the fo'-five)
Pull his down, they seen his last days now
There's no way now, we can be treated just like a now
Two in the dome, he's laid down, hey yo the bitch is now
She's in a snitch grave now

Shootouts is similar to Wild
Broad daylight, face to face a vest
You know the episodes, camouflage the spectacles
Please God to save the life that the sold
See "It Was Written" but was told
Peep the jewels black man, it's even better than
roll with iron, police roll in hot pursuit
Trying to stop the loot, 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, Handi-Cam on record
Pop a bottle, cause you come 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
was loud and it was crowded
Barbecued we fed the fiends (gamble in the back) Killa shouted
And tried to stop the bank loss, about what a Roley cost
his drink, and staggered off
He's a Big Will, to slang krill, now he own the hill
Couldn't take his cash, and I could feel
Something in the air yeah, Frank returned with
A gun slinger, who hadn't seen in a year
I usually be holding, 'specially type of weekend
And everyone for me had started reaching
had gats in each others faces, with kids
And grandmothers around, Frank's only 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 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 trees in fatigues and squeeze, dodge and weave
Hearing Jake retaliating, and Wiz was up the alley
We breeze, jump in the ride, Pierre died
Internal bleeding inside, and ain't been back since

Shootouts is similar to West
Broad daylight, face to face without a
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 even than gold
Niggas roll with iron, roll in hot pursuit
to stop the loot, fuck Jake, cock and shoot