Luyện nghe bài hát Shootouts

Yo, release in me
Besides the Henny, eyes that's seen plenty
Fiends get skinny as if Queens was a 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
Back in the days, chasing niggas through my maze
That cop he got a wish
He run behind niggas you breathless
Everyday he ten arrests, shit
My nigga check this, I know the bitch he rest
I even blessed it, inspect it
(Already checked it Dunn, near his you could see his gun)
Peep, he parked his Jeep in the of the slum
To check Tanisha, fat ass real fly, the blonde Caesar
Vetacini gear, she push the two-seater
I heard she about the way he eat her
A Irish man slim with a tan, they say he laced her cheeba
She do be looking weaker, now her teeth are
Speaking loud, peep her style, in and out of every cloud
Fat ass dissolving, cotton candy in a mouth that's starving
Rock the same gear daily, a soldier in my squadron
I heard she let Jake from her window
Cause she's a nympho, sucking dick and coughing up
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 knock first) Soon as he open it glock burst
They had the on, son hit the lock first
We busted in the cop
popped one in his shirt
I grabbed the bitch by her tits, she 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 days now
There's no way now, we can be 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 similar to West
Broad daylight, to face without a vest
You know the episodes, thugs the spectacles
Please God to save the life that the 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 stop the loot, fuck Jake, cock and

Still on the streets with my so deep
We a block party for my man going up creek
To do his two to four, niggas love, from all around the board
Peace Lord, Handi-Cam on record
Pop a bottle, cause you come home we still got it sewn
We can watch the tape play and just zone
all the bitches, on the benches with ill extensions
We block the streets off, only crew cars can
Music was and it was crowded
wings we fed the fiends (gamble in the back) Killa shouted
And Frank tried to stop the loss, about what a Roley cost
Guzzled his drink, and off
He's a Big Will, 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 hadn't seen in a year
I usually be holding, 'specially type of weekend
And everyone except for me had started
They had gats in others faces, with kids
And around, Frank's only concern was his paper
My man Killa let off, half of them niggaz jet off
blitz quick, waiting for that to set off
Running the static, it got me mad cause they a bunch of
Starting 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 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
bleeding inside, and ain't been back since ninety-five

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