Luyện nghe bài hát Shootouts

Yo, what's in me
Besides the Henny, it's that's seen plenty
Fiends get skinny as if was a Craig 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 death
He run behind niggas you breathless
Everyday he making ten arrests,
My nigga check this, I the bitch he rest with
I even blessed it, inspect it
(Already it Dunn, near his ankle you could see his gun)
Peep, he parked his Jeep in the back of the
To check Tanisha, fat ass real fly, with the blonde
Vetacini summer gear, she the two-seater
I she brag about the way he eat her
A Irish man short slim with a tan, say he laced her cheeba
She do be looking weaker, now her are foul
Speaking loud, peep her style, in and out of reefer cloud
Fat ass dissolving, like cotton candy in a mouth starving
Rock the same gear daily, like a soldier in my
I heard she let 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 up, we blazing from the neck up
(Yo let me knock first) as he open it your glock burst
had the chains on, son hit the lock first
We busted in the cop
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
eying us (Nas yo he survived one from the fo'-five)
Pull his shades down, seen his last 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
living in a snitch grave now

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 told
the jewels black man, it's even better than gold
Niggas roll iron, police roll in hot pursuit
Trying to the loot, fuck Jake, cock and shoot

on the streets with my peeps so deep
We threw a block party for my man up creek
To do his two to four, niggas 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 the tape play back and just 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 we fed the fiends (gamble in the back) Killa shouted
And Frank tried to stop the bank loss, about what a 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, returned with Pierre
A gun slinger, who hadn't seen in a year
I be holding, 'specially this type of weekend
And everyone except for me had reaching
They had in each others faces, with kids
And grandmothers around, Frank's concern 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 cause 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 make it real and still make them famous
Dip behind trees in fatigues and squeeze, dodge and
Jake retaliating, and Wiz was up the alley waiting
We breeze, jump in the ride, Pierre died
Internal bleeding inside, and ain't back since ninety-five

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