Luyện nghe bài hát Shootouts

Yo, what's in me
the Henny, it's eyes that's seen plenty
Fiends get skinny as if Queens was a Craig
Instead of diet plans it's crack 200
I a G-pack, peeping for where the D's at
It's slow, for Rambo, the cop who got grazed
in the days, chasing niggas through my project maze
That cop he got a death
He run behind until you breathless
Everyday he making ten arrests,
My nigga check this, I know the bitch he with
I blessed it, forty-dash-ten inspect it
(Already checked it Dunn, near his you could see his gun)
Peep, he parked his Jeep in the of the slum
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 slim with a tan, they say he laced her
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 daily, like a soldier in my squadron
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 he vest up, we blazing from the neck up
(Yo let me knock first) 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
They eying us (Nas yo he one from the fo'-five)
Pull his down, they seen his last days now
There's no way now, we can be just like a slave now
Two in the dome, he's laid down, hey yo the is saved now
She's living in a snitch now

Shootouts is to Wild West
daylight, face to face without a vest
You know the episodes, camouflage the spectacles
Please God to save the life that the Devil
See "It Was Written" but was never
Peep the jewels black man, it's better than gold
Niggas roll with iron, police roll in hot
Trying to stop the loot, fuck Jake, cock and

Still on the streets with my peeps so
We threw a block party for my man up creek
To do his two to four, show love, from all around the board
Peace Lord, Sony Handi-Cam on
Pop a bottle, cause when you come home we got it sewn
We can watch the tape play and just zone
all the bitches, on the benches with ill extensions
We block the 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
Guzzled his drink, and off
a Big Will, used to slang 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 hadn't seen in a year
I usually be holding, 'specially this type of
And everyone except for me had reaching
had gats in each others faces, with kids
And grandmothers around, Frank's only concern was his
My man let off, half of them fake niggaz jet off
Police quick, waiting for that to set off
Running the static, it got me mad cause they a bunch of
shit in my hood, I can't 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 retaliating, and Wiz was up the alley waiting
We breeze, jump in the ride, heard Pierre
Internal bleeding inside, and ain't been back ninety-five

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