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 it's crack 200 grams
I pump a G-pack, for where the D's at
slow, looking for Rambo, the cop who got grazed
Back in the days, chasing niggas through my maze
That cop he got a death
He run behind niggas until you
Everyday he ten arrests, shit
My check this, I know the bitch he rest with
I even blessed it, inspect it
(Already checked it Dunn, near his ankle you see his gun)
Peep, he parked his Jeep in the back of the
To check Tanisha, fat ass real fly, with the blonde
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 laced her
She do be looking weaker, now her are foul
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 she let Jake 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 up, we blazing from the neck up
(Yo let me knock first) Soon as he open it glock burst
They had the chains on, son hit the lock
We in the cop jerked
Jungle one in his shirt
I the bitch by her tits, she tried to say she Earth
We saw the cameras, tape recorders, and the
They eying us (Nas yo he survived one the fo'-five)
Pull his shades down, they 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 bitch is now
living in a snitch grave now

Shootouts is to Wild West
daylight, face to face without a vest
You know the episodes, thugs the spectacles
Please God to save the that the Devil sold
See "It Was Written" but was never
Peep the jewels black man, even better than gold
Niggas roll with iron, police in hot pursuit
Trying to stop the loot, fuck Jake, 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, show love, from all around the board
Peace Lord, Handi-Cam on record
Pop a bottle, cause when you come home we still got it
We can watch the tape play back and 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 tried to stop the bank loss, about what a Roley cost
Guzzled his drink, and off
He's a Big Will, to slang krill, now he own the hill
Couldn't take his cash, and I could feel
Something in the air yeah, Frank returned with
A gun slinger, who niggas hadn't in a year
I usually be holding, 'specially this of weekend
And everyone for me had started reaching
had gats in each 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 blitz quick, waiting for to set off
the static, it got me mad cause they 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 and still make them niggas famous
Dip behind trees in and squeeze, dodge and weave
Jake retaliating, and Wiz was up the alley waiting
We breeze, jump in the ride, Pierre died
bleeding inside, and ain't been back since ninety-five

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