Luyện nghe bài hát Shootouts

Yo, what's in me
Besides the Henny, it's eyes seen plenty
Fiends get skinny as if was a Craig Jenny
Instead of diet it's crack 200 grams
I pump a G-pack, peeping for the D's at
It's slow, for Rambo, the cop who got grazed
Back in the days, chasing niggas through my project
cop he got a death wish
He run behind until you breathless
Everyday he ten arrests, shit
My nigga check this, I know the bitch he rest
I even it, forty-dash-ten inspect it
(Already checked it Dunn, near his ankle you see his gun)
Peep, he parked his in the back of the slum
To check Tanisha, fat ass real fly, the blonde 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, cotton candy in a mouth that's starving
Rock the same gear daily, a soldier in my squadron
I heard she let Jake investigate her window
Cause she's a nympho, dick and coughing up info
So now it's set up, her and the to get wet up
I know he vest up, we blazing the neck up
(Yo let me knock first) Soon as he open it your glock
They had the chains on, son hit the first
We busted in the cop
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 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 treated like a slave now
Two in the dome, he's laid down, hey yo the bitch is now
She's in a snitch grave now

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

Still on the with my peeps so deep
We threw a block party for my man up creek
To do his two to four, niggas show love, from all the board
Peace Lord, Handi-Cam on record
Pop a bottle, cause when you come home we got it sewn
We can watch the play back and just zone
Film all the bitches, on the benches with ill
We block the streets off, only crew cars can
Music was and it was crowded
Barbecued we fed the fiends (gamble in the back) Killa shouted
And tried to stop the bank loss, about what a Roley cost
his drink, and staggered off
He's a Big Will, used to krill, now he own the hill
take losing his cash, and I could feel
Something in the air yeah, Frank returned with
A gun slinger, who niggas hadn't in a year
I usually be holding, 'specially type of weekend
And everyone for me had started reaching
They had gats in each faces, with kids
And grandmothers around, only concern was his paper
My man let off, half of them fake niggaz jet off
Police quick, waiting for that to set off
the static, it got me mad cause they a bunch of fagots
Starting shit in my hood, I have it
Yo High, get the 40-cali stainless, is still out
Let's make it real and still make them famous
Dip behind trees in 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 since ninety-five

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