Luyện nghe bài hát Shootouts

Yo, what's in me
Besides the Henny, it's eyes that's plenty
Fiends get as if Queens was a Craig Jenny
Instead of diet plans it's crack 200
I pump a G-pack, for where the D's at
It's slow, looking for Rambo, the cop who got
in the days, chasing niggas through my project maze
That cop he got a death
He run niggas until you breathless
Everyday he ten arrests, shit
My nigga check this, I know the bitch he with
I even blessed it, inspect it
(Already checked it Dunn, near his you could see his gun)
Peep, he parked his Jeep in the of the slum
To check Tanisha, fat ass fly, with the blonde Caesar
Vetacini gear, she push the two-seater
I heard she brag the way he eat her
A Irish man short with a tan, they say he laced her cheeba
She do be looking weaker, now her teeth are
Speaking loud, her style, in and out of every reefer cloud
Fat ass dissolving, cotton candy in a mouth that's starving
Rock the same gear daily, like a 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 from the up
(Yo let me knock first) Soon as he it your glock burst
They had the on, son hit the lock first
We in the cop jerked
popped one in his shirt
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
There's no way now, we can be just like a slave now
Two in the dome, laid down, hey yo the bitch is saved now
She's in a snitch grave now

Shootouts is similar to Wild
Broad daylight, face to face without a
You the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles
God to save the life that the Devil sold
See "It Was Written" but was never
Peep the jewels black man, it's better than gold
Niggas roll with iron, police roll in hot
Trying to the loot, fuck Jake, cock and shoot

on the streets with my peeps so deep
We threw a block for my man going up creek
To do his two to four, niggas love, from all around the board
Lord, Sony Handi-Cam on record
Pop a bottle, cause when you come home we still got it
We can watch the tape play back and just
Film all the bitches, on the benches ill extensions
We block the streets off, only cars can enter
Music was loud and it was
Barbecued wings we fed the fiends (gamble in the back) Killa
And Frank tried to stop the bank loss, what a Roley cost
his drink, and staggered off
He's a Big Will, used to slang krill, now he own the
Couldn't take losing his cash, and I could
in the air yeah, Frank returned with Pierre
A gun slinger, who hadn't seen 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, only concern was his paper
My man Killa let off, of them fake niggaz jet off
Police blitz quick, waiting for to set off
the static, it got me mad cause they a bunch of fagots
Starting in my hood, I can't have it
Yo High, get the 40-cali stainless, Jake is out
Let's make it real and make them niggas famous
Dip behind trees in fatigues and squeeze, and weave
Jake 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 to Wild West
daylight, face to face without a vest
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 with iron, police roll in hot pursuit
Trying to stop the loot, Jake, cock and shoot