Luyện nghe bài hát Shootouts

Yo, release in me
the Henny, it's eyes that's seen plenty
Fiends get as if Queens was a Craig Jenny
Instead of diet plans crack 200 grams
I pump a G-pack, for where the D's at
It's slow, for Rambo, the cop who got grazed
in the days, chasing niggas through my project maze
That cop he got a death
He run niggas until you breathless
he making ten arrests, shit
My nigga this, I know 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 of the slum
To check Tanisha, fat ass real fly, with the blonde
Vetacini gear, she push the two-seater
I she brag about the way he eat her
A Irish man short slim 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 reefer
Fat ass dissolving, like cotton candy in a mouth that's
Rock the same daily, like a soldier in my squadron
I heard she let Jake from her window
Cause she's a nympho, sucking dick and up info
So now set up, her and the beast to get wet up
I he vest up, we blazing from the neck up
(Yo let me knock first) Soon as he it your glock burst
had the chains on, son hit the lock first
We busted in the cop
Jungle one in his shirt
I grabbed the bitch by her tits, she tried to say she
We saw the cameras, recorders, and the monitors
eying 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 to Wild West
Broad daylight, face to without a vest
You know the episodes, thugs camouflage the
Please God to save the life that the sold
See "It Was Written" but was told
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, and shoot

Still on the streets my peeps so deep
We threw a block for my man going up creek
To do his two to four, niggas love, from all around the board
Peace Lord, Sony on record
Pop a bottle, cause when you home we still got it sewn
We can watch the tape play and just zone
Film all the bitches, on the benches with ill
We block the streets off, crew cars can enter
Music was and it was crowded
Barbecued wings we fed the (gamble in the back) Killa shouted
And Frank tried to stop the bank loss, about what a Roley
his drink, and staggered off
He's a Big Will, used to slang krill, now he own the
Couldn't take his cash, and I could feel
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 reaching
They had gats in each faces, with kids
And grandmothers around, only concern was his paper
My man Killa let off, half of them niggaz jet off
Police quick, waiting for that 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 famous
Dip behind trees in fatigues and squeeze, and weave
Hearing Jake retaliating, and Wiz was up the waiting
We breeze, jump in the ride, heard Pierre
Internal bleeding inside, and ain't been since ninety-five

Shootouts is to Wild West
Broad daylight, to face without a vest
You know the episodes, thugs camouflage the
Please God to save the life that the Devil
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, Jake, cock and shoot