Luyện nghe bài hát Shootouts

Yo, what's in me
Besides the Henny, it's eyes that's plenty
Fiends get as if Queens was a Craig Jenny
Instead of diet plans crack 200 grams
I pump a G-pack, peeping for the D's at
It's slow, for Rambo, the cop who got grazed
Back in the days, chasing through my project maze
That cop he got a death
He run behind until you breathless
Everyday he making ten arrests,
My nigga check this, I know the he rest with
I even it, forty-dash-ten inspect it
(Already it Dunn, near his ankle you could see his gun)
Peep, he parked his in the back of the slum
To check Tanisha, fat ass fly, with the blonde Caesar
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 weaker, now her teeth are foul
loud, peep her style, in and out of every reefer cloud
Fat ass dissolving, like cotton candy in a that's starving
Rock the same gear daily, like a soldier in my
I she let Jake investigate from her window
Cause she's a nympho, sucking and coughing up info
So now it's set up, her and the to get wet up
I know he vest up, we blazing from the up
(Yo let me knock first) Soon as he it your glock burst
They had the chains on, son hit the first
We busted in the cop
popped one in his shirt
I grabbed the bitch by her tits, she tried to say she
We saw the cameras, recorders, and the monitors
They eying us (Nas yo he survived one the fo'-five)
Pull his shades down, they his last 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
She's in a snitch grave now

Shootouts is similar to Wild
daylight, face to face without a vest
You the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles
Please God to the life that the Devil sold
See "It Was Written" but was told
Peep the jewels man, it's even better than gold
Niggas roll with iron, police in hot pursuit
to stop the loot, fuck Jake, cock and shoot

Still on the streets with my peeps so
We threw a block for my man going 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 you come home 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 off, only 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 cost
his drink, and staggered off
He's a Big Will, to slang krill, now he own the hill
Couldn't take losing his cash, and I could
in the air yeah, Frank 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 started
They had gats in others faces, with kids
And grandmothers around, Frank's only was his paper
My man Killa let off, half of them niggaz jet off
Police blitz quick, waiting for to set off
Running the static, it got me mad cause they a of fagots
Starting in my hood, I can't have it
Yo High, get the stainless, Jake is still out
Let's make it real and still make them niggas
Dip behind 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, face to face without a
You know the episodes, thugs camouflage the
Please God to save the life that the Devil
See "It Was Written" but was never
the jewels black man, it's even better than gold
Niggas roll with iron, roll in hot pursuit
Trying to stop the loot, Jake, cock and shoot