Luyện nghe bài hát Shootouts

Yo, what's in me
Besides the Henny, it's eyes seen plenty
Fiends get skinny as if Queens was a Craig
of diet plans it's crack 200 grams
I pump a G-pack, for where the D's at
slow, looking for Rambo, the cop who got grazed
Back in the days, chasing through my project maze
That cop he got a death
He run niggas until you breathless
Everyday he making ten arrests,
My nigga this, I know the bitch he rest with
I blessed it, forty-dash-ten inspect it
(Already checked it Dunn, his ankle you could see his gun)
Peep, he parked his Jeep in the of the slum
To Tanisha, fat ass real fly, with the blonde Caesar
Vetacini summer gear, she push the
I she brag about the way he eat her
A Irish man short 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 reefer
Fat ass dissolving, like cotton candy in a that's starving
Rock the same gear daily, like a in my squadron
I heard she let Jake from her window
Cause she's a nympho, dick and coughing up info
So now it's set up, her and the to get wet up
I he vest up, we blazing from the neck up
(Yo let me knock first) Soon as he open it your glock
They had the chains on, son hit the lock
We in the cop jerked
Jungle one in his shirt
I grabbed the bitch by her tits, she tried to say she
We saw the cameras, tape recorders, and the
They eying us (Nas yo he survived one the fo'-five)
Pull his down, they 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 is saved now
living in a snitch grave now

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 told
Peep the black man, it's even better than gold
Niggas roll with iron, police roll in hot
Trying to stop the loot, fuck Jake, and shoot

Still on the streets with my peeps so
We threw a party for my man going up creek
To do his two to four, niggas show love, all around the board
Lord, Sony Handi-Cam on record
Pop a bottle, cause when you come home we got it sewn
We can the tape play back and just zone
Film all the bitches, on the benches with ill
We block the streets off, only crew cars can
Music was and it was crowded
Barbecued wings we fed the fiends (gamble in the back) shouted
And Frank to stop the bank loss, about what a Roley cost
Guzzled his drink, and off
He's a Big Will, used to krill, now he own the hill
Couldn't take losing his cash, and I feel
Something in the air yeah, Frank returned with
A gun slinger, who niggas hadn't seen in a
I be holding, 'specially this type of weekend
And everyone for me had started reaching
They had gats in each others faces, kids
And grandmothers around, Frank's concern 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 a bunch of fagots
shit in my hood, I can't have it
Yo High, get the 40-cali stainless, is still out
Let's make it real and still make them famous
Dip trees 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 inside, and ain't been back since ninety-five

Shootouts is similar to West
Broad daylight, face to face 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, even better than gold
Niggas with iron, police roll in hot pursuit
Trying to stop the loot, Jake, cock and shoot