Luyện nghe bài hát Shootouts

Yo, release in me
Besides the Henny, it's 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, peeping for the D's at
It's slow, looking for Rambo, the cop who got
Back in the days, chasing through my project maze
That cop he got a wish
He run niggas until you breathless
Everyday he ten arrests, shit
My nigga check this, I know the bitch he with
I even it, forty-dash-ten inspect it
(Already it Dunn, near his ankle you could see his gun)
Peep, he parked his in the back of the slum
To check Tanisha, fat ass real fly, with the blonde
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 her cheeba
She do be looking weaker, now her teeth are
Speaking loud, peep her style, in and out of 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 investigate 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 he vest up, we blazing from the neck up
(Yo let me first) Soon as he open it your glock burst
They had the chains on, son hit the first
We busted in the cop
Jungle one in his shirt
I grabbed the by her tits, she tried to say she Earth
We saw the cameras, recorders, and the monitors
They 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 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 similar to Wild
Broad daylight, 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 in hot pursuit
Trying to stop the loot, fuck Jake, and shoot

on the streets with my peeps so deep
We threw a block for my man going up creek
To do his two to four, niggas show love, from all around the
Peace Lord, Sony on record
Pop a bottle, cause when you come home we still got it
We can watch the play back and just zone
Film all the bitches, on the with ill extensions
We the streets off, only crew cars can enter
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, what a Roley cost
his drink, and staggered off
He's a Big Will, used to slang krill, now he own the
Couldn't take 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 usually be holding, 'specially this type of
And everyone for me had started reaching
They had 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 blitz quick, waiting for to set off
Running the static, it got me mad cause a bunch of fagots
Starting shit in my hood, I have it
Yo High, get the stainless, Jake is still out
Let's make it real and still them niggas famous
Dip behind trees in fatigues and squeeze, 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

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