Luyện nghe bài hát Shootouts

Yo, what's in me
Besides the Henny, eyes that's seen plenty
get skinny as if Queens 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, looking for Rambo, the cop who got
Back in the days, chasing niggas through my maze
That cop he got a death
He run behind niggas you breathless
Everyday he ten arrests, shit
My check this, I know the bitch 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 check Tanisha, fat ass fly, with the blonde Caesar
Vetacini summer gear, she push the
I heard she brag the way he eat her
A Irish man short slim with a tan, they say he her cheeba
She do be looking weaker, now her are foul
Speaking loud, peep her style, in and out of every cloud
Fat ass dissolving, like cotton candy in a mouth starving
Rock the same gear daily, like a soldier in my
I she let Jake investigate 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 blazing from the up
(Yo let me knock first) Soon as he open it glock burst
They had the chains on, son hit the lock
We busted in the cop
Jungle popped one in his
I grabbed the 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 shades down, they seen his 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
She's living in a snitch now

is similar to Wild West
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 never
Peep the jewels black man, even better than gold
Niggas roll with iron, police roll in hot
to stop the loot, fuck Jake, cock and shoot

Still on the streets with my peeps so
We a block party for my man going up creek
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 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 streets off, crew cars can enter
was loud and it was crowded
Barbecued wings we fed the fiends (gamble in the back) shouted
And Frank tried to stop the bank loss, what a Roley cost
Guzzled his drink, and off
He's a Big Will, to slang krill, now he own the hill
take losing his cash, and I could feel
Something in the air yeah, Frank returned with
A gun slinger, who niggas seen in a year
I usually be holding, 'specially type of weekend
And everyone except for me had reaching
They had gats in each others faces, kids
And grandmothers around, Frank's only concern was his
My man Killa let off, of them fake niggaz jet off
Police blitz quick, waiting for to set off
Running the static, it got me mad cause a bunch of fagots
Starting in my hood, I can't have it
Yo High, get the stainless, Jake is still out
Let's make it real and still make them famous
Dip behind trees in and squeeze, dodge and weave
Hearing Jake retaliating, and Wiz was up the waiting
We breeze, jump in the ride, heard Pierre
Internal bleeding inside, and ain't back since ninety-five

is similar to Wild West
Broad daylight, face to without a vest
You know the episodes, thugs camouflage the
Please God to the life that the Devil sold
See "It Was Written" but was told
Peep the 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