Luyện nghe bài hát Shootouts

Yo, release in me
Besides the Henny, it's eyes that's seen
Fiends get skinny as if Queens was a Jenny
of diet 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
in the days, chasing niggas through my project maze
That cop he got a wish
He run niggas until you breathless
Everyday he ten arrests, shit
My nigga check this, I know the bitch he rest
I even blessed it, forty-dash-ten it
(Already checked it Dunn, 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
summer gear, she push 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 looking weaker, now her are foul
Speaking loud, peep her style, in and out of every cloud
Fat ass dissolving, like cotton candy in a that's starving
Rock the gear daily, like a soldier in my squadron
I she let Jake investigate from her window
Cause she's a nympho, sucking dick and 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 your glock
had the chains on, son hit the lock 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
They us (Nas yo he survived one from the fo'-five)
Pull his shades down, they seen his days now
There's no way now, we can be just like a slave now
Two in the dome, laid down, hey yo the bitch is saved now
living in a snitch grave now

Shootouts is similar to West
Broad daylight, face to without a vest
You know the episodes, thugs camouflage the
God to save 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, police in hot pursuit
Trying to stop the loot, fuck Jake, cock and

Still on the streets with my peeps so
We threw a block for my man going up creek
To do his two to four, show love, from all around the board
Lord, Sony Handi-Cam on record
Pop a bottle, cause when you come we still got it sewn
We can watch the tape back and just zone
Film all the bitches, on the benches with ill
We block the streets off, only crew cars can
Music was loud and it was
Barbecued wings we fed the fiends (gamble in the back) Killa
And tried to stop the bank loss, about what a Roley cost
Guzzled his drink, and off
He's a Big Will, to slang krill, now he own the hill
take losing his cash, and I could feel
Something in the air yeah, Frank returned with
A gun slinger, who niggas hadn't seen in a
I usually be holding, this type of weekend
And everyone except for me had reaching
They had gats in each others faces, kids
And around, Frank's only concern was his paper
My man Killa let off, half of fake niggaz jet off
Police blitz quick, waiting for to set off
Running the static, it got me mad they a bunch of fagots
Starting shit in my hood, I can't it
Yo High, get the stainless, Jake is still out
Let's make it real and still make them niggas
Dip behind in fatigues and squeeze, dodge and weave
Hearing Jake retaliating, and Wiz was up the waiting
We breeze, jump in the ride, heard died
Internal bleeding inside, and ain't back since ninety-five

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