Luyện nghe bài hát Shootouts

Yo, release in me
Besides the Henny, it's eyes 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, looking for Rambo, the cop who got
Back in the days, chasing through my project maze
That cop he got a wish
He run behind niggas you breathless
Everyday he ten arrests, shit
My nigga check this, I the bitch he rest with
I even blessed it, forty-dash-ten it
(Already checked it Dunn, his ankle you could see his gun)
Peep, he parked his in the back of the slum
To check Tanisha, fat ass real fly, with the blonde
Vetacini summer gear, she the two-seater
I heard she about the way he eat her
A Irish man short slim a tan, they say he laced her cheeba
She do be weaker, now her teeth are foul
Speaking loud, peep her style, in and out of every reefer
Fat ass dissolving, cotton candy in a mouth that's starving
the same gear daily, like a soldier in my squadron
I she let Jake investigate from her window
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 from the neck up
(Yo let me knock first) Soon as he 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 eying us (Nas yo he one from the fo'-five)
Pull his shades down, they seen his last now
There's no way now, we can be just like a slave now
Two in the dome, he's laid down, hey yo the bitch is now
She's living in a snitch now

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

Still on the streets with my so deep
We threw a block party for my man going up
To do his two to four, niggas show love, from all around the
Lord, Sony Handi-Cam on record
Pop a bottle, cause when you come home we got it sewn
We can watch the tape play back and just
all the bitches, on the benches with ill extensions
We block the streets off, crew cars can enter
was loud and it was crowded
Barbecued wings we fed the (gamble in the back) Killa shouted
And Frank tried to stop the loss, about what a Roley cost
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
in the air yeah, Frank returned with Pierre
A gun slinger, who niggas seen in a year
I usually be holding, 'specially this of weekend
And except for me had started reaching
had gats in each others faces, with kids
And around, Frank's only concern was his paper
My man Killa let off, half of them niggaz jet off
Police 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 can't it
Yo High, get the 40-cali stainless, is still out
Let's make it real and still make them niggas
Dip behind trees in fatigues and squeeze, and weave
Hearing Jake retaliating, and Wiz was up the waiting
We breeze, in the ride, heard Pierre died
Internal inside, and ain't been back since ninety-five

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