Luyện nghe bài hát Shootouts

Yo, what's in me
the Henny, it's eyes that's seen plenty
Fiends get as if Queens was a Craig Jenny
Instead of diet it's crack 200 grams
I a G-pack, peeping for where the D's at
slow, looking for Rambo, the cop who got grazed
Back in the days, chasing through my project maze
That cop he got a death
He run behind niggas you breathless
Everyday he making ten arrests,
My check this, I know 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 Jeep in the of the slum
To check Tanisha, fat ass real fly, with the Caesar
Vetacini summer gear, she the two-seater
I heard she brag 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 every cloud
Fat ass dissolving, like cotton candy in a mouth that's
the same gear daily, like a soldier in my squadron
I heard she let Jake investigate from her
Cause she's a nympho, sucking and coughing up info
So now it's set up, her and the to get wet up
I he vest up, we blazing from the neck up
(Yo let me knock first) Soon as he open it glock burst
They had the chains on, son hit the lock
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, tape recorders, and the
They eying us (Nas yo he one from the fo'-five)
his shades down, they seen his last days now
There's no way now, we can be treated just a slave now
Two in the dome, he's laid down, hey yo the is saved now
She's in a snitch grave now

Shootouts is to Wild West
Broad daylight, face to without a vest
You know the episodes, thugs camouflage the
Please God to the life that the Devil sold
See "It Was Written" but was never
Peep the jewels black man, even better than gold
roll with iron, police roll in hot pursuit
Trying to stop the loot, Jake, cock and shoot

Still on the streets with my so deep
We threw a party for my man going up creek
To do his two to four, niggas love, from all around the board
Peace Lord, Sony on record
Pop a bottle, cause you come home we still got it sewn
We can the tape play back and just zone
Film all the bitches, on the benches ill extensions
We block the streets off, only crew cars can
Music was loud and it was
Barbecued we fed the fiends (gamble in the back) Killa shouted
And Frank tried to stop the bank loss, about 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 feel
Something in the air yeah, Frank returned Pierre
A gun slinger, who niggas seen in a year
I usually be holding, 'specially this type of
And everyone except for me had reaching
They had gats in others faces, with kids
And grandmothers around, Frank's only concern was his
My man let off, half of them fake niggaz jet off
Police blitz quick, waiting for 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
make it real and still 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 back since ninety-five

Shootouts is similar to Wild
Broad daylight, face to face a vest
You know the episodes, camouflage the spectacles
Please God to save the that the Devil sold
See "It Was Written" but was told
Peep the jewels black man, even better than gold
Niggas roll with iron, roll in hot pursuit
Trying to stop the loot, Jake, cock and shoot