Luyện nghe bài hát Shootouts

Yo, release 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
slow, looking 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
Everyday he ten arrests, shit
My check this, I know the bitch he rest with
I even it, forty-dash-ten inspect it
(Already checked it Dunn, his ankle you could see his gun)
Peep, he parked his in the back of the slum
To Tanisha, fat ass real fly, with the blonde Caesar
Vetacini summer gear, she push the
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 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 in my squadron
I heard she let Jake from her window
Cause she's a nympho, dick and coughing up info
So now it's set up, her and the to get wet up
I know he vest up, we blazing the neck up
(Yo let me knock first) as he open it your glock burst
They had the chains on, son hit the lock
We busted in the cop
popped one in his shirt
I grabbed the bitch by her tits, she tried to say she
We saw the cameras, recorders, and the monitors
eying us (Nas yo he survived one from the fo'-five)
Pull his shades down, seen his last days now
There's no way now, we can be treated like a slave now
Two in the dome, he's laid down, hey yo the is saved now
living in a snitch grave now

Shootouts is similar to Wild
Broad daylight, face to face a vest
You the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles
Please God to save the that the Devil sold
See "It Was Written" but was told
Peep the jewels black man, even better than gold
Niggas roll with iron, police roll in hot
Trying to the loot, fuck Jake, cock and shoot

Still on the streets with my peeps so
We threw a block party for my man going up
To do his two to four, niggas love, from all around the board
Peace Lord, Sony Handi-Cam on
Pop a bottle, cause when you come we still got it sewn
We can the tape play back and just zone
all the bitches, on the benches with ill extensions
We the streets off, only crew cars can enter
Music was loud and it was
wings we fed the fiends (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 losing his cash, and I could feel
Something in the air yeah, Frank with Pierre
A gun slinger, who niggas hadn't seen in a
I be holding, 'specially this type of weekend
And everyone for me had started reaching
They had gats in each others faces, with
And grandmothers around, only concern was his paper
My man let off, half of them fake niggaz jet off
Police blitz quick, waiting for to set off
Running the static, it got me mad cause they a bunch of
Starting shit in my hood, I have it
Yo High, get the stainless, Jake is still out
Let's make it real and still make niggas famous
Dip behind in fatigues and squeeze, dodge and weave
Hearing retaliating, and Wiz was up the alley waiting
We breeze, in the ride, heard Pierre died
Internal bleeding inside, and ain't been since ninety-five

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