Luyện nghe bài hát Shootouts

Yo, release 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
It's slow, looking for Rambo, the cop who got
Back in the days, chasing niggas through my maze
cop he got a death wish
He run behind niggas you breathless
he making ten arrests, shit
My nigga check this, I know the bitch he with
I even blessed it, forty-dash-ten it
(Already checked it Dunn, near his you could see his gun)
Peep, he his Jeep in the back of the slum
To check Tanisha, fat ass real fly, with the Caesar
Vetacini summer gear, she push the
I heard she brag the way he eat her
A Irish man slim 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 in a mouth that's starving
the same gear daily, like a soldier in my squadron
I heard she let Jake investigate from her
Cause she's a nympho, dick and coughing 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 open it your glock
had the chains on, son hit the lock first
We in the cop jerked
Jungle popped one in his
I grabbed the bitch by her tits, she tried to say she
We saw the cameras, recorders, and the monitors
They 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 treated just like a now
Two in the dome, he's laid down, hey yo the is saved now
She's living in a grave now

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

Still on the streets my peeps so deep
We threw a block party for my man 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 when you come home we still got it
We can watch the tape play and just zone
Film all the bitches, on the with 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) shouted
And Frank tried to stop the bank loss, about a Roley cost
Guzzled his drink, and off
He's a Big Will, used to krill, now he own the hill
Couldn't take his cash, and I could feel
Something in the air yeah, Frank with Pierre
A gun slinger, who hadn't seen in a year
I usually be holding, 'specially type of weekend
And except for me had started reaching
They had gats in each others faces, with
And grandmothers around, only 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 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 trees in and squeeze, dodge and weave
Hearing Jake retaliating, and Wiz was up the waiting
We breeze, jump in the ride, Pierre died
Internal bleeding inside, and ain't been since ninety-five

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