Luyện nghe bài hát Shootouts

Yo, what's in me
the Henny, it's eyes that's seen plenty
Fiends get skinny as if was a Craig Jenny
Instead of diet plans crack 200 grams
I pump a G-pack, peeping for the D's at
It's slow, for Rambo, the cop who got grazed
in the days, chasing niggas through my project maze
That cop he got a death
He run behind niggas you breathless
Everyday he making ten arrests,
My nigga this, I know the bitch he rest with
I even it, forty-dash-ten inspect it
(Already checked it Dunn, near his you could see his gun)
Peep, he parked his Jeep in the of the slum
To check Tanisha, fat ass real fly, with the blonde
Vetacini gear, she push the two-seater
I she brag about the way he eat her
A Irish man short slim with a tan, they say he laced her
She do be weaker, now her teeth are foul
Speaking loud, peep her style, in and out of every cloud
Fat ass dissolving, like cotton candy in a mouth starving
Rock the gear daily, like a soldier in my squadron
I heard she let Jake investigate 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 he vest up, we blazing from the neck up
(Yo let me knock first) Soon as he open it glock burst
had the chains on, son hit the lock first
We busted in the cop
popped one in his shirt
I grabbed the 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 his last days now
There's no way now, we can be treated like a slave now
Two in the dome, laid down, hey yo the bitch is saved now
living in a snitch grave now

Shootouts is to Wild West
Broad daylight, face to face without a
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 man, it's even better than 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 a block party for my man going up creek
To do his two to four, niggas show love, from all the board
Peace Lord, Sony on record
Pop a bottle, cause when you come home we still got it
We can watch the tape play back and just
Film all the bitches, on the benches with ill
We the streets off, only 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 bank loss, about a Roley cost
Guzzled his drink, and off
a Big Will, used to slang krill, now he own the hill
Couldn't take losing his cash, and I could
Something in the air yeah, Frank returned with
A gun slinger, who hadn't 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 was his paper
My man Killa let off, of them fake niggaz jet off
Police blitz quick, for that to set off
Running the static, it got me mad cause a bunch of fagots
shit in my hood, I can't have it
Yo High, get the stainless, Jake is still out
make it real and still make them niggas famous
Dip behind trees in fatigues and squeeze, dodge and
Jake retaliating, and Wiz was up the alley waiting
We breeze, jump in the ride, heard Pierre
Internal bleeding inside, and ain't back since ninety-five

Shootouts is similar to West
Broad daylight, face to without 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 better than gold
Niggas roll with iron, police roll in hot
Trying to stop the loot, fuck Jake, cock and