Luyện nghe bài hát Shootouts

Yo, release in me
Besides the Henny, eyes that's seen plenty
get skinny as if Queens was a Craig Jenny
Instead of diet plans it's 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, niggas through my project maze
That cop he got a death
He run behind until you breathless
Everyday he making ten arrests,
My nigga check this, I the bitch he rest with
I even blessed it, forty-dash-ten it
(Already checked it Dunn, near his you could see his gun)
Peep, he parked his Jeep in the back of the
To Tanisha, fat ass real fly, with the blonde Caesar
summer gear, she push the two-seater
I heard she about the way he eat her
A Irish man short slim with a tan, they say he her cheeba
She do be looking weaker, now her teeth are
Speaking loud, peep her style, in and out of every reefer
Fat ass dissolving, like cotton candy in a that's starving
Rock the same gear daily, a soldier in my squadron
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 first) Soon as he open it your glock burst
They had the on, son hit the lock first
We in the cop jerked
Jungle popped one in his
I grabbed the 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, 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 living in a snitch now

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

Still on the streets my peeps so deep
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, 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
all the bitches, on the benches with ill extensions
We block the streets off, only crew can enter
Music was loud and it was
Barbecued wings we fed the fiends (gamble in the back) shouted
And Frank tried to stop the bank loss, about what a cost
his drink, and staggered off
He's a Big Will, used to slang krill, now he own the
Couldn't losing his cash, and I could feel
Something in the air yeah, Frank with Pierre
A gun slinger, who hadn't seen in a year
I usually be holding, 'specially this type of
And everyone for me had started reaching
had gats in each others faces, with kids
And grandmothers around, Frank's concern was his paper
My man Killa let off, of them fake niggaz jet off
Police blitz quick, for that to set off
Running the static, it got me mad cause a bunch 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 niggas famous
Dip behind trees in and squeeze, dodge and weave
Hearing retaliating, and Wiz was up the alley waiting
We breeze, jump in the ride, heard Pierre
Internal bleeding inside, and ain't been back since

Shootouts is to Wild West
daylight, face to face without a vest
You know the episodes, thugs 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 than gold
roll with iron, police roll in hot pursuit
Trying to the loot, fuck Jake, cock and shoot