Luyện nghe bài hát Shootouts

Yo, release in me
Besides the Henny, it's eyes seen plenty
Fiends get skinny as if was a Craig Jenny
Instead of diet plans it's 200 grams
I a G-pack, peeping for where the D's at
It's slow, for Rambo, the cop who got grazed
Back in the days, niggas through my project maze
That cop he got a death
He run behind niggas until you
Everyday he making ten arrests,
My nigga check this, I know the he rest with
I blessed it, forty-dash-ten inspect it
(Already it Dunn, near his ankle you could see his gun)
Peep, he parked his Jeep in the back of the
To check Tanisha, fat ass real fly, the blonde Caesar
Vetacini gear, she push the two-seater
I she brag about the way he eat her
A man short slim with 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 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 Jake from her window
she's a nympho, sucking dick and coughing up info
So now set up, her and the beast to get wet up
I know he vest up, we blazing from the up
(Yo let me knock first) Soon as he open it your burst
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 to say she Earth
We saw the cameras, recorders, and the monitors
They eying us (Nas yo he survived one the fo'-five)
Pull his shades down, they his last days now
There's no way now, we can be treated like a slave now
Two in the dome, he's down, hey yo the bitch is saved now
She's in a snitch grave now

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 the Devil sold
See "It Was Written" but was told
Peep the jewels black man, it's even better gold
Niggas roll iron, police roll in hot pursuit
Trying to the loot, fuck Jake, cock and shoot

on the streets with my peeps so deep
We threw a block party for my man going up
To do his two to four, show love, from all around the board
Peace Lord, Handi-Cam on record
Pop a bottle, when you come home we still got it sewn
We can watch the tape play back and 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 fiends (gamble in the back) shouted
And Frank tried to stop the bank loss, what a Roley cost
his drink, and staggered off
He's a Big Will, to slang krill, now he own the hill
take losing 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 everyone for me had started reaching
had gats in each others faces, with kids
And grandmothers around, only concern was his paper
My man Killa let off, half of them fake jet off
blitz quick, waiting for that to set off
Running the static, it got me mad they a bunch of fagots
Starting shit in my hood, I can't it
Yo High, get the 40-cali stainless, Jake is out
Let's make it real and still make them niggas
Dip behind trees in and squeeze, dodge and weave
Hearing retaliating, and Wiz was up the alley waiting
We breeze, in the ride, heard Pierre died
Internal bleeding inside, and ain't been since ninety-five

Shootouts is similar to Wild
Broad daylight, face to face a vest
You know the episodes, thugs the spectacles
Please God to save the that the Devil sold
See "It Was Written" but was told
Peep the black man, it's even better than gold
Niggas roll iron, police roll in hot pursuit
Trying to the loot, fuck Jake, cock and shoot