Luyện nghe bài hát Shootouts

Yo, what's in me
Besides the Henny, it's eyes that's plenty
Fiends get skinny as if Queens was a Jenny
Instead of diet plans it's 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 my project maze
cop he got a death wish
He run behind until you breathless
he making ten arrests, shit
My nigga check this, I the bitch he rest with
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, 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 looking weaker, now her teeth are
Speaking loud, peep her style, in and out of reefer cloud
Fat ass dissolving, like cotton candy in a mouth that's
Rock the same gear daily, like a soldier in my
I heard she let Jake from her window
Cause a nympho, sucking dick and coughing 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 first) Soon as he open it your glock burst
They had the chains on, son hit the lock
We in the cop jerked
Jungle one in his shirt
I the bitch 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)
his shades down, they seen his last days now
There's no way now, we can be just like a slave now
Two in the dome, he's down, hey yo the bitch is saved now
She's living in a snitch now

Shootouts is to Wild West
Broad daylight, face to face a vest
You know the episodes, camouflage the spectacles
Please God to save the life that the Devil
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 stop the loot, Jake, cock and shoot

Still on the streets my peeps so deep
We threw a party for my man going up creek
To do his two to four, niggas show love, all around the board
Peace Lord, Handi-Cam on record
Pop a bottle, cause when you home we still got it sewn
We can watch the tape play back and zone
all the bitches, on the benches with ill extensions
We block the streets off, only crew can enter
was loud and it was crowded
Barbecued wings we fed the fiends (gamble in the back) Killa
And Frank to stop the bank loss, about what a Roley cost
Guzzled his drink, and 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 hadn't seen in a year
I usually be holding, 'specially this of weekend
And everyone except for me had started
had gats in each others faces, with kids
And grandmothers around, only concern was his paper
My man let off, half of them fake niggaz jet off
blitz quick, waiting for that to set off
Running the static, it got me mad they a bunch of fagots
Starting shit in my hood, I have it
Yo High, get the 40-cali stainless, Jake is out
Let's make it real and still them niggas famous
Dip behind in fatigues and squeeze, dodge and weave
Hearing Jake retaliating, and Wiz was up the alley
We breeze, in the ride, heard Pierre died
Internal bleeding inside, and ain't been back ninety-five

Shootouts is similar to West
Broad daylight, face to without a vest
You know the episodes, thugs 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 even better gold
roll with iron, police roll in hot pursuit
Trying to the loot, fuck Jake, cock and shoot