Luyện nghe bài hát Shootouts

Yo, release in me
Besides the Henny, it's eyes that's plenty
Fiends get as if Queens was a Craig Jenny
of diet plans it's crack 200 grams
I a G-pack, peeping 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 making ten arrests,
My nigga check this, I know the bitch he rest
I even it, forty-dash-ten inspect it
(Already checked it Dunn, his ankle you could see his gun)
Peep, he parked his Jeep in the of the slum
To check Tanisha, fat ass real fly, with the Caesar
Vetacini summer gear, she push the
I heard she brag the way he eat her
A Irish man short slim with a tan, say he laced her cheeba
She do be weaker, now her teeth are foul
Speaking loud, peep her style, in and out of reefer cloud
Fat ass dissolving, cotton candy 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 she's a nympho, sucking 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 your glock
They had the on, son hit the lock first
We busted in the cop
popped one in his shirt
I grabbed the bitch by her tits, she to say she Earth
We saw the cameras, recorders, and the monitors
They eying us (Nas yo he survived one the fo'-five)
Pull his shades down, they seen his days now
There's no way now, we can be treated just like a now
Two in the dome, he's down, hey yo the bitch is saved now
She's living in a grave now

Shootouts is similar to West
Broad daylight, to face without a vest
You know the episodes, camouflage the spectacles
Please God to save the life the Devil sold
See "It Was Written" but was never
Peep the jewels man, it's 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 so deep
We threw a party for my man going up creek
To do his two to four, niggas show love, all around the board
Peace Lord, Sony Handi-Cam on
Pop a bottle, cause you come home we still got it sewn
We can watch the tape back and just zone
Film all the bitches, on the with ill extensions
We the streets off, only crew cars can enter
Music was loud and it was
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
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 of weekend
And except for me had started reaching
They had in each others faces, with kids
And grandmothers around, Frank's only was his paper
My man Killa let off, of them fake niggaz jet off
blitz quick, waiting for that to set off
Running the static, it got me mad cause a bunch of fagots
Starting shit in my hood, I can't it
Yo High, get the 40-cali stainless, Jake is out
Let's it real and still make them niggas famous
Dip behind in fatigues and squeeze, dodge and weave
Hearing 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 similar to West
Broad daylight, face to 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 better than gold
Niggas roll with iron, roll in hot pursuit
to stop the loot, fuck Jake, cock and shoot