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 plans 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
in the days, chasing niggas through my project maze
That cop he got a death
He run behind until you breathless
he making ten arrests, shit
My nigga check this, I know the he rest with
I even blessed it, inspect it
(Already checked it Dunn, near his ankle you see his gun)
Peep, he his Jeep in the back of the slum
To check Tanisha, fat ass real fly, with the Caesar
Vetacini summer gear, she the two-seater
I she brag about the way he eat her
A man short slim with a tan, they say he laced her cheeba
She do be weaker, now her teeth are foul
Speaking loud, peep her style, in and out of every cloud
Fat ass dissolving, like candy in a mouth that's starving
Rock the same daily, like a soldier in my squadron
I heard she let Jake from her window
Cause she's a nympho, sucking and coughing up info
So now set up, her and the beast 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 burst
had the chains on, son hit the lock first
We in the cop jerked
Jungle one in his shirt
I the bitch by her tits, she tried to say she Earth
We saw the cameras, tape recorders, and the
They eying us (Nas yo he survived one the fo'-five)
Pull his shades down, they seen his last now
There's no way now, we can be treated just a slave now
Two in the dome, he's laid down, hey yo the is saved now
She's in a snitch grave now

Shootouts is similar to Wild
Broad daylight, face to face without a
You know the episodes, camouflage the spectacles
Please God to save the life that the Devil
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, fuck Jake, cock and

Still on the streets my peeps so deep
We threw a block party for my man up creek
To do his two to four, niggas show love, all around the board
Peace Lord, Sony Handi-Cam on
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 benches ill extensions
We block the streets off, crew cars can enter
was loud 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 Roley
his drink, and staggered off
He's a Big Will, used to krill, now he own the hill
Couldn't take his cash, and I could feel
Something in the air yeah, Frank returned Pierre
A gun slinger, who niggas seen in a year
I usually be holding, 'specially this of weekend
And everyone for me had started reaching
They had gats in each others faces, kids
And grandmothers around, Frank's only was his paper
My man let off, half of them fake niggaz jet off
Police blitz quick, for that to set off
Running the static, it got me mad they 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 it real and still make them niggas famous
Dip trees in fatigues and squeeze, dodge and weave
Hearing retaliating, and Wiz was up the alley waiting
We breeze, in the ride, heard Pierre died
Internal bleeding inside, and been back since ninety-five

Shootouts is to Wild West
Broad daylight, to face without a vest
You know the episodes, thugs camouflage the
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
Trying to the loot, fuck Jake, cock and shoot