Luyện nghe bài hát Shootouts

Yo, release in me
Besides the Henny, it's eyes 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 behind niggas until you
Everyday he ten arrests, shit
My nigga check this, I the bitch he rest with
I blessed it, forty-dash-ten inspect it
(Already it Dunn, near his ankle you could see his gun)
Peep, he his Jeep in the back of the slum
To Tanisha, fat ass real fly, with the blonde Caesar
summer gear, she push the two-seater
I she brag about the way he eat her
A man short slim with 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 that's starving
Rock the gear 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 it's set up, her and the to get wet up
I know he vest up, we from the neck up
(Yo let me knock first) Soon as he it your glock burst
had the chains on, son hit the lock first
We busted in the cop
popped one in his shirt
I the bitch 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)
his shades 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 down, hey yo the bitch is saved now
She's in a snitch grave now

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

Still on the streets with my peeps so
We threw a block for my man going up creek
To do his two to four, niggas love, from all around the board
Peace Lord, Handi-Cam on record
Pop a bottle, cause you come home we still got it sewn
We can watch the tape play back and zone
Film all the bitches, on the benches with ill
We block the streets off, only crew can enter
Music was and it was crowded
Barbecued we fed the fiends (gamble in the back) Killa shouted
And Frank tried to stop the bank loss, about what a cost
Guzzled his drink, and off
a Big Will, used to slang 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 hadn't seen in a year
I usually be holding, 'specially this type of
And everyone for me had started reaching
They had gats in others faces, with kids
And grandmothers around, Frank's concern was his paper
My man Killa let off, half of them niggaz jet off
Police quick, waiting for that to set off
Running the static, it got me mad they 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 make them niggas famous
Dip behind trees in and squeeze, dodge and weave
Hearing retaliating, and Wiz was up the alley waiting
We breeze, jump in the ride, heard died
Internal inside, and ain't been back since ninety-five

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