Luyện nghe bài hát Shootouts

Yo, release in me
Besides the Henny, it's eyes that's seen
get skinny as if Queens was a Craig Jenny
Instead of diet plans it's crack 200
I pump a G-pack, peeping for the D's at
It's slow, for Rambo, the cop who got grazed
Back in the days, chasing niggas my project maze
That cop he got a wish
He run niggas until you breathless
he making 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 parked his Jeep in the back of the
To Tanisha, fat ass real fly, with the blonde Caesar
Vetacini summer gear, she the two-seater
I heard she brag the way he eat her
A Irish man short with a tan, they say he laced her cheeba
She do be looking weaker, now her teeth are
loud, peep her style, in and out of every reefer cloud
Fat ass dissolving, like cotton in a mouth that's starving
Rock the same daily, like a soldier in my squadron
I heard she let Jake investigate from her
Cause she's a nympho, sucking dick and 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 it your glock burst
They had the 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, tape recorders, and the
They eying us (Nas yo he one from the fo'-five)
Pull his shades down, they seen his last 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
She's in a snitch grave now

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

Still on the with my peeps so deep
We threw a block for my man going up creek
To do his two to four, niggas show love, all around the board
Peace Lord, Sony on record
Pop a bottle, cause 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 cars can
Music was and it was crowded
Barbecued wings we fed the fiends (gamble in the back) Killa
And Frank tried to stop the bank loss, about what a Roley
Guzzled his drink, and off
He's a Big Will, to slang krill, now he own the hill
Couldn't take his cash, and I could feel
Something in the air yeah, returned with Pierre
A gun slinger, who niggas seen in a year
I usually be holding, this type of weekend
And everyone except for me had started
had gats in each others faces, with kids
And grandmothers around, only concern was his paper
My man Killa let off, of them fake niggaz jet off
Police blitz quick, waiting for to set off
the static, it got me mad cause they a bunch of fagots
Starting in my hood, I can't have it
Yo High, get the 40-cali stainless, Jake is out
Let's make it real and make them 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, heard died
Internal inside, and ain't been back since ninety-five

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