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 Craig
of diet plans it's crack 200 grams
I a G-pack, peeping for where the D's at
slow, looking for Rambo, the cop who got grazed
Back in the days, chasing niggas my project maze
That cop he got a death
He run behind niggas until you
he making ten arrests, shit
My check this, I know the bitch he rest with
I even it, forty-dash-ten inspect it
(Already checked it Dunn, near his ankle you see his gun)
Peep, he parked his in the back of the slum
To check Tanisha, fat ass real fly, with the blonde
Vetacini gear, she push the two-seater
I heard she brag 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 reefer cloud
Fat ass dissolving, like cotton candy in a that's starving
Rock the gear daily, like a soldier in my squadron
I heard she let investigate from 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 up, we blazing from the neck up
(Yo let me knock first) Soon as he open it your glock
They had the on, son hit the lock first
We busted in the cop
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
They eying us (Nas yo he survived one the fo'-five)
Pull his shades down, they seen his last 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
She's living in a snitch now

Shootouts is similar to West
Broad daylight, face to 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 never
Peep the jewels man, it's even better than gold
Niggas with iron, police roll in hot pursuit
Trying to stop the loot, fuck Jake, cock and

Still on the streets with my peeps so
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, crew cars can enter
Music was loud and it was
Barbecued we fed the fiends (gamble in the back) Killa shouted
And Frank tried to the bank loss, about what a Roley cost
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
in the air yeah, Frank returned with Pierre
A gun slinger, who hadn't seen in a year
I usually be holding, 'specially this of weekend
And everyone for me had started reaching
They had gats in each others faces, with
And grandmothers around, Frank's concern was his paper
My man Killa let off, half of fake niggaz jet off
Police blitz quick, for that to set off
the static, it got me mad cause they a bunch of fagots
Starting shit in my hood, I have it
Yo High, get the 40-cali stainless, Jake is out
make it real and still make them niggas famous
Dip behind in fatigues and squeeze, dodge and weave
Hearing retaliating, and Wiz was up the alley waiting
We breeze, jump in the ride, heard died
Internal bleeding inside, and ain't been since ninety-five

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