Luyện nghe bài hát Shootouts

Yo, what's in me
the Henny, it's eyes that's seen plenty
Fiends get skinny as if Queens was a Craig
Instead of plans it's 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, niggas through my project maze
cop he got a death wish
He run behind niggas until you
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 ankle you see his gun)
Peep, he parked his Jeep in the of the slum
To check Tanisha, fat ass real fly, with the blonde
Vetacini summer gear, she the two-seater
I heard she brag the way he eat her
A Irish man short slim with a tan, 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 that's starving
the same gear daily, like a soldier in my squadron
I heard she let Jake from her window
Cause she's a nympho, sucking dick and up info
So now it's set up, her and the to get wet up
I know he vest up, we from the neck up
(Yo let me knock first) Soon as he open it your glock
They had the on, son hit the lock first
We in the cop jerked
Jungle one in his shirt
I grabbed the by her tits, she tried 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 seen his days now
There's no way now, we can be treated like a slave now
Two in the dome, laid down, hey yo the bitch is saved now
She's living in a grave now

Shootouts is similar to Wild
Broad daylight, to face without a vest
You know the episodes, camouflage the spectacles
God to save 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 with iron, roll in hot pursuit
Trying to stop the loot, fuck Jake, cock and

on the streets with 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 around the
Peace Lord, Sony Handi-Cam on
Pop a bottle, cause when you come home we got it sewn
We can watch the tape play back and just
Film all the bitches, on the benches with ill
We the streets off, only crew cars can enter
Music was and it was crowded
Barbecued we fed the fiends (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, used to slang krill, now he own the
Couldn't take his cash, and I could feel
Something in the air yeah, Frank returned Pierre
A gun slinger, who niggas hadn't in a year
I usually be holding, 'specially this type of
And everyone except for me had reaching
They had gats in each others faces, kids
And grandmothers around, Frank's only was his paper
My man Killa let off, of them fake niggaz jet off
Police blitz quick, for that to set off
the static, it got me mad cause 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 and still make them niggas famous
Dip behind trees in fatigues and squeeze, and weave
Hearing Jake retaliating, and Wiz was up the waiting
We breeze, jump in the ride, Pierre died
bleeding inside, and ain't been 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 the Devil sold
See "It Was Written" but was told
Peep the jewels black man, it's even than gold
roll with iron, police roll in hot pursuit
Trying to stop the loot, fuck Jake, cock and