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 crack 200
I pump a G-pack, 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 making ten arrests,
My nigga this, I know the bitch he rest with
I even it, forty-dash-ten inspect it
(Already checked it Dunn, near his ankle you see his gun)
Peep, he his Jeep in the back of the slum
To check Tanisha, fat ass real fly, with the Caesar
Vetacini gear, she push the two-seater
I she brag about the way he eat her
A Irish man short slim with a tan, say he laced her cheeba
She do be looking weaker, now her are foul
loud, peep her style, in and out of every reefer cloud
Fat ass dissolving, cotton candy in a mouth that's starving
Rock the gear daily, like a soldier in my squadron
I heard she let Jake from her window
Cause a nympho, sucking dick and coughing 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 chains on, son hit the first
We busted in the cop
Jungle popped one in his
I grabbed the bitch by her tits, she 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 down, they seen his last days now
no way now, we can be treated just like a slave now
Two in the dome, he's laid down, hey yo the bitch is now
She's in a snitch grave now

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

on the streets with my peeps so deep
We a block 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, when you come home we still got it sewn
We can watch the tape play and just zone
Film all the bitches, on the with ill extensions
We block the streets off, only cars can enter
Music was and it was crowded
Barbecued wings we fed the (gamble in the back) Killa shouted
And Frank tried to stop the loss, about 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, returned with Pierre
A gun slinger, who niggas hadn't seen in a
I usually be holding, 'specially this of weekend
And except for me had started reaching
They had gats in each others faces, with
And grandmothers around, only concern was his paper
My man Killa let off, half of fake niggaz jet off
Police blitz quick, for that to set off
Running the static, it got me mad they a bunch of fagots
Starting shit in my hood, I have it
Yo High, get the 40-cali stainless, is still out
Let's make it real and still make them niggas
Dip behind trees in fatigues and squeeze, dodge and
Hearing Jake retaliating, and Wiz was up the waiting
We breeze, jump in the ride, heard died
Internal bleeding inside, and ain't been since ninety-five

Shootouts is to Wild West
Broad daylight, face to face without a
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, police roll in hot
Trying to stop the loot, fuck Jake, and shoot