Luyện nghe bài hát Shootouts

Yo, what's in me
Besides the Henny, it's that's seen plenty
Fiends get skinny as if Queens was a Jenny
of diet plans it's crack 200 grams
I pump a G-pack, peeping for the D's at
It's slow, looking for Rambo, the cop who got
Back in the days, chasing niggas my project maze
That cop he got a wish
He run niggas until you breathless
Everyday he ten arrests, shit
My check this, I know the bitch he rest with
I even blessed it, inspect it
(Already checked it Dunn, his ankle you could see his gun)
Peep, he his Jeep in the back of the slum
To Tanisha, fat ass real fly, with the blonde Caesar
summer 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 looking weaker, now her teeth are
Speaking loud, her style, in and out of every reefer cloud
Fat ass dissolving, like cotton candy in a mouth starving
Rock the same daily, like a soldier in my squadron
I heard she let investigate from her window
Cause she's a nympho, sucking dick and coughing up
So now it's set up, her and the to get wet up
I know he vest up, we blazing the neck up
(Yo let me knock first) as he open it your glock burst
They had the chains on, son hit the lock
We in the cop jerked
popped one in his shirt
I grabbed the bitch by her tits, she tried to say she
We saw the cameras, tape recorders, and the
eying us (Nas yo he survived one from the fo'-five)
Pull his down, they seen his last days now
There's no way now, we can be treated just 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 similar to West
Broad daylight, face to face without a
You know the episodes, camouflage the spectacles
Please God to save the life that the Devil
See "It Was Written" but was told
Peep the jewels black man, it's even better than
Niggas roll with iron, roll in hot pursuit
Trying to stop the loot, fuck Jake, cock and

Still on the streets with my so deep
We threw a party for my man going up creek
To do his two to four, niggas show love, from all around the
Peace Lord, Sony Handi-Cam on
Pop a bottle, cause when you come home we got it sewn
We can the tape play back and just zone
all the bitches, on the benches with ill extensions
We block the streets off, only crew can enter
was loud and it was crowded
Barbecued wings we fed the fiends (gamble in the back) shouted
And tried 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 losing his cash, and I could feel
Something in the air yeah, Frank with Pierre
A gun slinger, who niggas seen in a year
I be holding, 'specially this type of weekend
And except for me had started reaching
They had gats in others faces, with kids
And grandmothers around, Frank's only concern was his
My man let off, half of them fake niggaz jet off
Police quick, waiting for that to set off
Running the static, it got me mad cause a bunch of fagots
Starting shit in my hood, I can't it
Yo High, get the stainless, Jake is still out
Let's make it and still make them niggas famous
Dip behind trees in fatigues and squeeze, and weave
Hearing retaliating, and Wiz was up the alley waiting
We breeze, jump in the ride, Pierre died
Internal inside, and ain't been back since ninety-five

is similar to Wild West
Broad daylight, to face without a vest
You know the episodes, 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 iron, police roll in hot pursuit
Trying to stop the loot, fuck Jake, and shoot