Luyện nghe bài hát Shootouts

Yo, what's in me
Besides the Henny, it's eyes that's plenty
Fiends get skinny as if Queens was a Craig
Instead of diet plans 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, niggas through my project maze
That cop he got a wish
He run behind niggas you breathless
Everyday he ten arrests, shit
My nigga check this, I know the he rest with
I even blessed it, inspect 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 she brag about the way he eat her
A Irish man short slim a tan, they say he laced her cheeba
She do be looking weaker, now her teeth are
Speaking loud, peep her style, in and out of every cloud
Fat ass dissolving, like cotton candy in a mouth 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 dick and coughing up
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 first) Soon as he open it your glock burst
They had the chains on, son hit the first
We in the cop jerked
popped one in his shirt
I grabbed the by her tits, she tried to say she Earth
We saw the cameras, tape recorders, and the
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 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 similar to Wild
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 black man, it's even better than gold
Niggas roll iron, police roll in hot pursuit
Trying to stop the loot, fuck Jake, 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, show love, from all around the board
Peace Lord, Handi-Cam 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
Music was and it was crowded
Barbecued wings we fed the fiends (gamble in the back) Killa
And Frank tried to stop the loss, about what a Roley cost
Guzzled his drink, and off
a Big Will, used to slang krill, now he own the hill
Couldn't take his cash, and I could feel
in the air yeah, Frank returned with Pierre
A gun slinger, who niggas seen in a year
I usually be holding, 'specially this of weekend
And everyone except for me had reaching
They had gats in each faces, with kids
And grandmothers around, Frank's concern was his paper
My man let off, half of them fake niggaz jet off
Police blitz quick, for that to set off
the static, it got me mad cause they a bunch of fagots
Starting shit in my hood, I can't it
Yo High, get the 40-cali stainless, is still out
Let's make it real and still make niggas famous
Dip behind trees in and squeeze, dodge and weave
Hearing Jake retaliating, and Wiz was up the alley
We breeze, jump in the ride, Pierre died
Internal bleeding inside, and been back since ninety-five

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