Luyện nghe bài hát Shootouts

Yo, release in me
the Henny, it's eyes that's seen plenty
Fiends get skinny as if Queens was a Craig
of diet plans it's crack 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, chasing through my project maze
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 blessed it, forty-dash-ten it
(Already it Dunn, near his ankle you could see his gun)
Peep, he parked his in the back of the slum
To check Tanisha, fat ass real fly, with the Caesar
summer gear, she push the two-seater
I heard she about the way he eat her
A Irish man short slim with a tan, they say he laced her
She do be looking weaker, now her are foul
Speaking loud, peep her style, in and out of reefer cloud
Fat ass dissolving, like cotton candy in a mouth starving
Rock the same gear daily, a soldier in my squadron
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 vest up, we blazing the neck up
(Yo let me knock first) Soon as he open it glock burst
They had the on, son hit the lock first
We in the cop jerked
Jungle popped one in his
I the bitch by her tits, she tried to say she Earth
We saw the cameras, tape recorders, and the
eying us (Nas yo he survived one from the fo'-five)
Pull his shades down, they seen his last 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
living in a snitch grave now

Shootouts is similar to West
Broad daylight, face to without a vest
You know the episodes, camouflage the spectacles
Please God to save the that the Devil sold
See "It Was Written" but was never
the jewels black man, it's even better than gold
Niggas roll iron, police roll in hot pursuit
Trying to stop the loot, 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 show love, from all the board
Peace Lord, Sony on record
Pop a bottle, cause when you come we still got it sewn
We can the tape play back and just zone
Film all the bitches, on the with ill extensions
We the streets off, only crew cars can enter
Music was loud and it was
Barbecued wings we fed the (gamble in the back) Killa shouted
And Frank tried to stop the bank loss, about a Roley cost
Guzzled his drink, and 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 returned Pierre
A gun slinger, who niggas seen in a year
I usually be holding, 'specially type of weekend
And everyone except for me had started
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 niggaz 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 stainless, Jake is still out
Let's make it real and still them niggas famous
Dip behind trees in fatigues and squeeze, and weave
Jake retaliating, and Wiz was up the alley waiting
We breeze, jump in the ride, heard Pierre
Internal bleeding inside, and ain't back since ninety-five

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 the Devil sold
See "It Was Written" but was never
Peep the jewels black man, it's even better than
Niggas roll with iron, police roll in hot
Trying to stop the loot, fuck Jake, and shoot