Luyện nghe bài hát Shootouts

Yo, release in me
Besides the Henny, it's eyes that's seen
Fiends get skinny as if Queens was a Craig
of diet plans it's crack 200 grams
I a G-pack, peeping for where the D's at
It's slow, for Rambo, the cop who got grazed
Back in the days, chasing niggas through my project
That cop he got a wish
He run behind until you breathless
Everyday he ten arrests, shit
My nigga check this, I know the he rest with
I even blessed it, forty-dash-ten it
(Already checked it Dunn, his ankle you could see his gun)
Peep, he his Jeep 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 man short slim with 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 reefer cloud
Fat ass dissolving, cotton candy in a mouth that's starving
Rock the same gear daily, like a in my squadron
I heard she let Jake investigate her window
she's a nympho, sucking dick 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) as he open it your glock burst
had the chains on, son hit the lock first
We in the cop jerked
Jungle popped one in his
I grabbed the bitch by her tits, she 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, they seen his days now
There's no way now, we can be treated just like a now
Two in the dome, he's down, hey yo the bitch is saved now
living in a snitch grave now

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

on the streets with my peeps so deep
We threw a block party for my man going up
To do his two to four, niggas show love, all around the board
Peace Lord, Sony Handi-Cam on
Pop a bottle, when you come home we still got it sewn
We can watch the tape play back and zone
Film all the bitches, on the benches ill extensions
We block the streets off, only crew can enter
Music was and it was crowded
Barbecued we fed the fiends (gamble in the back) Killa shouted
And Frank tried to stop the bank loss, about 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
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 except for me had started reaching
They had gats in each others faces, with
And grandmothers around, Frank's only concern was his
My man Killa let off, of them fake niggaz jet off
blitz quick, waiting for that to set off
Running the static, it got me mad they a bunch of fagots
Starting in my hood, I can't have it
Yo High, get the 40-cali stainless, is still out
Let's it real and still make them niggas famous
Dip behind trees in 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 ain't back since ninety-five

Shootouts is similar to West
Broad daylight, to face without a vest
You know the episodes, camouflage the spectacles
Please God to the life that the Devil sold
See "It Was Written" but was told
Peep the jewels black man, even better than gold
Niggas with iron, police roll in hot pursuit
Trying to stop the loot, Jake, cock and shoot