Luyện nghe bài hát Shootouts

Yo, what's in me
Besides the Henny, eyes that's seen plenty
Fiends get skinny as if Queens was a Craig
Instead of diet plans 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 niggas through my project
cop he got a death wish
He run niggas until you breathless
Everyday he ten arrests, shit
My nigga check this, I know the bitch he rest
I even it, forty-dash-ten 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
Vetacini summer gear, she the two-seater
I she brag about the way he eat her
A Irish man 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 gear daily, like a soldier in my
I heard she let Jake investigate from her
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 up, we blazing from the neck up
(Yo let me knock first) Soon as he open it glock burst
They had the chains on, son hit the lock
We busted in the cop
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
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
living 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 the life that the Devil sold
See "It Was Written" but was told
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

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
Lord, Sony Handi-Cam on record
Pop a bottle, cause when you come we still got it sewn
We can watch the tape play back and zone
Film all the bitches, on the benches ill extensions
We block the streets off, only cars can enter
Music was and it was crowded
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, to slang 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 in a year
I usually be holding, 'specially this of weekend
And except for me had started reaching
They had gats in each others faces, kids
And grandmothers around, Frank's only was his paper
My man Killa let off, half of them fake jet off
Police blitz quick, waiting for to set off
Running the static, it got me mad cause they a bunch of
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 famous
Dip behind in fatigues and squeeze, dodge and weave
Jake retaliating, and Wiz was up the alley waiting
We breeze, jump in the ride, Pierre died
Internal bleeding inside, and ain't back since ninety-five

is similar to Wild West
Broad daylight, face to face without a
You the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles
Please God to save the life that the Devil
See "It Was Written" but was told
Peep the jewels man, it's even better than gold
Niggas roll with iron, police in hot pursuit
to stop the loot, fuck Jake, cock and shoot