Luyện nghe bài hát Shootouts

Yo, release in me
Besides the Henny, it's eyes that's plenty
get skinny as if Queens was a Craig Jenny
Instead of diet plans it's crack 200
I pump a G-pack, peeping for the D's at
It's slow, for Rambo, the cop who got grazed
in the days, chasing niggas through my project maze
That cop he got a 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, his ankle you could see his gun)
Peep, he parked his in the back of the slum
To check Tanisha, fat ass real fly, the blonde Caesar
summer gear, she push the two-seater
I heard she about the way he eat her
A Irish man short with a tan, they say he laced her cheeba
She do be weaker, now her teeth are foul
Speaking loud, her style, in and out of every reefer cloud
Fat ass dissolving, like cotton in a mouth that's starving
Rock the gear daily, like a soldier in my squadron
I heard she let investigate 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 he vest up, we blazing from the neck up
(Yo let me first) Soon as he open it your 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
They us (Nas yo he survived one from the fo'-five)
Pull his shades down, they seen his days now
no way now, we can be treated just like a slave now
Two in the dome, laid down, hey yo the bitch is saved now
She's living in a grave now

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

Still on the streets with my peeps so
We a block 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, when you come home we still got it sewn
We can watch the tape play back and just
all the bitches, on the benches with ill extensions
We block the streets off, only cars can enter
was loud and it was crowded
Barbecued we fed the fiends (gamble in the back) Killa shouted
And Frank tried to stop the 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 could
Something in the air yeah, Frank with Pierre
A gun slinger, who niggas hadn't seen in a
I usually be holding, this type of weekend
And everyone except for me had started
They had gats in each faces, with kids
And grandmothers around, only concern was his paper
My man Killa let off, half of fake niggaz jet off
Police quick, waiting for that to set off
Running the static, it got me mad cause they a bunch of
shit in my hood, I can't have it
Yo High, get the stainless, Jake is still out
Let's make it real and still make niggas 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, 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 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 black man, it's even better than
roll with iron, police roll in hot pursuit
Trying to stop the loot, fuck Jake, and shoot