Luyện nghe bài hát Shootouts

Yo, release in me
Besides the Henny, it's that's seen plenty
Fiends get skinny as if Queens was a Jenny
of diet plans it's crack 200 grams
I a G-pack, peeping for where the D's at
slow, looking for Rambo, the cop who got grazed
Back in the days, chasing niggas through my project
That cop he got a wish
He run behind niggas you breathless
he making ten arrests, shit
My nigga this, I know the bitch he rest with
I blessed it, forty-dash-ten 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, the blonde Caesar
summer gear, she push the two-seater
I she brag about the way he eat her
A Irish man 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 cotton in a mouth that's starving
Rock the same gear daily, like a in my squadron
I heard she let Jake investigate her window
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) as he open it your glock burst
They had the chains on, son hit the lock
We in the cop jerked
popped one in his shirt
I grabbed the by her tits, she tried to say she Earth
We saw the cameras, recorders, and the monitors
They us (Nas yo he survived one from the fo'-five)
Pull his shades down, seen his last days now
There's no way now, we can be just like a slave 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, to face without a vest
You the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles
Please God to save the life that the Devil
See "It Was Written" but was told
Peep the jewels black man, it's better than gold
Niggas roll 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 up creek
To do his two to four, niggas show love, from all around the
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 just
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 Frank to stop the bank loss, about what a Roley cost
Guzzled his drink, and off
a Big Will, used to slang krill, now he own the hill
Couldn't take losing his cash, and I feel
Something in the air yeah, Frank returned with
A gun slinger, who hadn't seen in a year
I be holding, 'specially this type of weekend
And everyone for me had started reaching
They had gats in each faces, with 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 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 them niggas
Dip behind trees in fatigues and squeeze, and weave
Hearing Jake retaliating, and Wiz was up the alley
We breeze, jump in the ride, heard died
Internal bleeding inside, and ain't back since ninety-five

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 the Devil sold
See "It Was Written" but was never
Peep the jewels black man, it's even better gold
Niggas roll iron, police roll in hot pursuit
Trying to the loot, fuck Jake, cock and shoot