Luyện nghe bài hát Shootouts

Yo, what's in me
Besides the Henny, it's eyes that's plenty
Fiends get skinny as if Queens was a Craig
Instead of diet it's crack 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 project
That cop he got a death
He run behind niggas until you
he making ten arrests, shit
My nigga check this, I know the bitch he with
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 check Tanisha, fat ass real fly, the blonde Caesar
Vetacini gear, she push the two-seater
I she brag about the way he eat her
A Irish man short slim with a tan, they say he her cheeba
She do be looking weaker, now her teeth are
Speaking loud, peep her style, in and out of 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 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 from the neck up
(Yo let me first) Soon as he open it your glock burst
They had the on, son hit the lock first
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, 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 laid down, hey yo the bitch is now
She's living in a snitch now

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 that the sold
See "It Was Written" but was told
Peep the jewels black man, it's even than gold
roll with iron, police roll in hot pursuit
Trying to stop the loot, fuck Jake, and shoot

on the streets with my peeps so deep
We a block party for my man going up creek
To do his two to four, niggas show love, from all around the
Peace Lord, Handi-Cam on record
Pop a bottle, cause when you come home we still got it
We can watch the tape back and just zone
all the bitches, on the benches with ill extensions
We block the streets off, only cars can enter
was loud and it was crowded
Barbecued wings we fed the fiends (gamble in the back) Killa
And Frank tried to 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 could
Something in the air yeah, Frank returned with
A gun slinger, who niggas hadn't in a year
I usually be holding, 'specially type of weekend
And except for me had started reaching
They had gats in each others faces, kids
And grandmothers around, Frank's only concern was his
My man let off, half of them fake niggaz jet off
blitz quick, waiting for that to set off
Running the static, it got me mad cause they a of fagots
Starting shit in my hood, I have it
Yo High, get the stainless, Jake is still out
Let's make it real and still make niggas 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, heard Pierre
Internal bleeding inside, and ain't been back ninety-five

is similar to Wild West
Broad daylight, face to face without a
You know the episodes, camouflage the spectacles
Please God to save the life that the sold
See "It Was Written" but was never
Peep the jewels black man, even better than gold
roll with iron, police roll in hot pursuit
Trying to stop the loot, fuck Jake, cock and