Luyện nghe bài hát Shootouts

Yo, release in me
the Henny, it's eyes that's seen plenty
Fiends get as if Queens was a Craig Jenny
Instead of diet plans it's 200 grams
I pump a G-pack, peeping for the D's at
slow, looking for Rambo, the cop who got grazed
Back in the days, chasing niggas through my maze
That cop he got a wish
He run behind niggas until you
Everyday he ten arrests, shit
My nigga check this, I the bitch he rest with
I even it, forty-dash-ten inspect it
(Already it Dunn, near his ankle 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
Vetacini summer gear, she push the
I heard she about the way he eat her
A Irish man slim with a tan, they say he laced her cheeba
She do be looking weaker, now her are foul
Speaking loud, her style, in and out of every reefer cloud
Fat ass dissolving, like cotton candy in a mouth that's
Rock the same gear daily, like a soldier in my
I heard she let Jake investigate from her
she's a nympho, sucking dick and coughing up info
So now it's set up, her and the to get wet up
I know he vest up, we blazing the neck up
(Yo let me knock first) Soon as he open it glock burst
They had the chains on, son hit the lock
We in the cop jerked
popped one in his shirt
I grabbed the bitch by her tits, she to say she Earth
We saw the cameras, tape recorders, and the
They eying us (Nas yo he one from the fo'-five)
Pull his down, they seen his last days now
There's no way now, we can be treated just a slave now
Two in the dome, laid down, hey yo the bitch is saved now
She's living in a snitch now

Shootouts is similar to Wild
Broad daylight, face to face without a
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 black man, it's even better than gold
roll with iron, police roll in hot pursuit
Trying to stop the loot, Jake, cock and shoot

Still on the streets my peeps so deep
We threw a block 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 zone
Film all the bitches, on the with ill extensions
We block the off, only crew cars 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, about what a cost
Guzzled his drink, and off
a Big Will, used to slang krill, now he own the hill
Couldn't losing his cash, and I could feel
Something in the air yeah, returned with Pierre
A gun slinger, who niggas seen in a year
I usually be holding, this type of weekend
And everyone except for me had started
They had gats in each others faces, with
And grandmothers around, Frank's only concern was his
My man Killa let off, half of them niggaz jet off
Police blitz quick, waiting for to set off
Running the static, it got me mad cause they a of fagots
Starting shit in my hood, I can't it
Yo High, get the 40-cali stainless, Jake is out
Let's make it real and still them niggas famous
Dip behind trees in fatigues and squeeze, dodge and
Hearing Jake retaliating, and Wiz was up the alley
We breeze, in the ride, heard Pierre died
Internal bleeding inside, and ain't been back ninety-five

Shootouts is similar to West
Broad daylight, face to without a vest
You know the episodes, thugs the spectacles
Please God to the life that the Devil sold
See "It Was Written" but was never
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