Luyện nghe bài hát Shootouts

Yo, what's in me
Besides the Henny, eyes that's seen plenty
Fiends get skinny as if was a Craig Jenny
Instead of diet plans it's 200 grams
I pump a G-pack, for where the D's at
It's slow, for Rambo, the cop who got grazed
Back in the days, chasing niggas through my maze
That cop he got a 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 it Dunn, near his ankle you could see his gun)
Peep, he his Jeep in the back of the slum
To check Tanisha, fat ass real fly, with the Caesar
Vetacini summer gear, she push the
I heard she brag the way he eat her
A man short slim 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 every cloud
Fat ass dissolving, like candy in a mouth that's starving
Rock the same daily, like a soldier in my squadron
I heard she let Jake from her window
she's a nympho, sucking dick and coughing up info
So now it's set up, her and the to get wet up
I know he 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 busted in the cop
Jungle popped one in his
I grabbed the 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, seen his last days now
There's no way now, we can be treated just a slave now
Two in the dome, he's down, hey yo the bitch 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 the spectacles
Please God to save the life the Devil sold
See "It Was Written" but was never
Peep the jewels black man, it's even better gold
Niggas 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
Lord, Sony Handi-Cam on record
Pop a bottle, cause when you home we still got it sewn
We can watch the tape back and just zone
Film all the bitches, on the benches ill extensions
We the streets off, only crew cars can enter
Music was and it was crowded
wings we fed the fiends (gamble in the back) Killa shouted
And Frank tried to stop the bank loss, about what a Roley
Guzzled his drink, and off
He's a Big Will, used to slang krill, now he own the
Couldn't take losing his cash, and I feel
Something in the air yeah, Frank with Pierre
A gun slinger, who hadn't seen in a year
I be holding, 'specially this type of weekend
And everyone for me had started reaching
They had in each others faces, with kids
And grandmothers around, Frank's only was his paper
My man Killa let off, 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 can't it
Yo High, get the stainless, Jake is still out
Let's make it real and still them niggas famous
Dip behind in fatigues and squeeze, dodge and weave
Hearing retaliating, and Wiz was up the alley waiting
We breeze, jump in the ride, heard Pierre
Internal bleeding inside, and been back since ninety-five

is similar to Wild West
Broad daylight, face to face a vest
You know the episodes, camouflage the spectacles
Please God to the life that the Devil sold
See "It Was Written" but was never
Peep the jewels black man, it's even better than
Niggas roll with iron, roll in hot pursuit
Trying to stop the loot, Jake, cock and shoot