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 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 maze
That cop he got a death
He run behind until you breathless
he making ten arrests, shit
My nigga check this, I know the bitch he with
I blessed it, forty-dash-ten inspect it
(Already checked it Dunn, his ankle 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 heard she brag the way he eat her
A Irish man short slim with a tan, 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 mouth starving
Rock the same gear daily, like a soldier in my
I heard she let Jake investigate her window
Cause she's a nympho, sucking and coughing up info
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 open it glock burst
They had the on, son hit the lock first
We busted in the cop
popped one in his shirt
I the bitch by her tits, she tried 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 down, they seen his last days now
There's no way now, we can be treated just like a 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 the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles
Please God to save the life that the Devil
See "It Was Written" but was never
Peep the black man, it's even better than gold
Niggas roll iron, police roll in hot pursuit
Trying to the loot, fuck Jake, cock and shoot

Still on the streets my peeps so deep
We threw a party for my man going up creek
To do his two to four, niggas show love, from all around the
Peace Lord, Sony on record
Pop a bottle, cause when you come we still got it sewn
We can watch the tape back and just 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 wings we fed the (gamble in the back) Killa shouted
And Frank 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
Couldn't take losing his cash, and I could
Something in the air yeah, Frank returned Pierre
A gun slinger, who niggas hadn't seen in a
I usually be holding, 'specially this of weekend
And except for me had started reaching
They had gats in each others faces, with
And grandmothers around, Frank's only was his paper
My man Killa let off, half of fake niggaz jet off
Police blitz quick, for that to set off
Running the static, it got me mad cause a bunch of fagots
Starting shit in my hood, I have it
Yo High, get the 40-cali stainless, Jake is out
Let's make it real and still them niggas famous
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 bleeding inside, and ain't been back since

is similar to Wild West
Broad daylight, face to 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 never
Peep the jewels black man, it's even better than
Niggas with iron, police roll in hot pursuit
Trying to stop the loot, fuck Jake, cock and