Luyện nghe bài hát Shootouts

Yo, release in me
Besides the Henny, it's eyes that's seen
Fiends get as if Queens was a Craig Jenny
Instead of plans 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
cop he got a death wish
He run niggas until you breathless
he making ten arrests, shit
My nigga check this, I know the bitch he with
I even blessed it, forty-dash-ten it
(Already checked it Dunn, near his ankle you see his gun)
Peep, he parked his Jeep in the of the slum
To check Tanisha, fat ass fly, with the blonde Caesar
summer gear, she push the two-seater
I heard she brag 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
loud, peep her style, in and out of every reefer cloud
Fat ass dissolving, like cotton candy in a that's starving
the same gear daily, like a soldier in my squadron
I heard she let Jake from her window
Cause she's a nympho, sucking and coughing up info
So now set up, her and the beast to get wet up
I know he vest up, we blazing from the up
(Yo let me knock first) Soon as he open it your burst
They had the chains on, son hit the lock
We busted in the cop
popped one in his shirt
I grabbed the bitch by her tits, she to say she Earth
We saw the cameras, recorders, and the monitors
eying us (Nas yo he survived one from the fo'-five)
Pull his shades down, seen his last days now
no way now, we can be treated 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

is similar to Wild West
Broad daylight, to face without a vest
You know the episodes, thugs camouflage the
Please God to save the life that the Devil
See "It Was Written" but was told
Peep the jewels black man, it's better than gold
Niggas roll with iron, roll in hot pursuit
Trying to the loot, fuck Jake, cock and shoot

Still on the streets with my so deep
We threw a block 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 you come home we still got it sewn
We can watch the play back and just zone
Film all the bitches, on the benches ill extensions
We block the off, only crew cars can enter
Music was 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 krill, now he own the hill
Couldn't losing his cash, and I could feel
Something in the air yeah, Frank returned with
A gun slinger, who hadn't seen in a year
I be holding, 'specially this type of weekend
And except for me had started reaching
They had gats in each others faces, kids
And around, Frank's only concern was his paper
My man Killa let off, half of them fake 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 stainless, Jake is still out
Let's make it real and still make them niggas
Dip behind in fatigues and squeeze, dodge and weave
Jake retaliating, and Wiz was up the alley waiting
We breeze, jump in the ride, Pierre died
Internal bleeding inside, and ain't back since ninety-five

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