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 plans crack 200 grams
I a G-pack, peeping for where the D's at
It's slow, looking for Rambo, the cop who got
Back in the days, niggas through my project maze
That cop he got a wish
He run niggas until you breathless
Everyday he making ten arrests,
My nigga check this, I know the bitch he with
I even blessed it, forty-dash-ten it
(Already it Dunn, near his ankle you could see his gun)
Peep, he parked his Jeep in the back of the
To check Tanisha, fat ass fly, with the blonde Caesar
Vetacini summer gear, she the two-seater
I she brag about the way he eat her
A Irish man short with a tan, they 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, like cotton candy in a mouth starving
Rock the same gear daily, like a in my squadron
I heard she let Jake investigate from her
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 from the neck up
(Yo let me knock first) Soon as he open it glock burst
had the chains on, son hit the lock first
We in the cop jerked
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
They eying us (Nas yo he one from the fo'-five)
Pull his shades down, they 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 living in a snitch now

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

Still on the with my peeps so deep
We threw a block party for my man going up
To do his two to four, niggas love, from all around the board
Lord, Sony Handi-Cam on record
Pop a bottle, cause when you come we still got it sewn
We can watch the tape back and just zone
Film all the bitches, on the with ill extensions
We block the streets off, only crew can enter
Music was loud and it was
Barbecued wings we fed the fiends (gamble in the back) shouted
And Frank to stop the bank loss, about what a Roley cost
Guzzled his drink, and off
a Big Will, used to slang krill, now he own the hill
Couldn't take his cash, and I could feel
Something in the air yeah, Frank returned Pierre
A gun slinger, who hadn't seen in a year
I usually be holding, 'specially type of weekend
And except for me had started reaching
They had gats in each others faces, kids
And grandmothers around, Frank's only was his paper
My man Killa let off, of them fake niggaz jet off
Police blitz quick, for that to set off
the static, it got me mad cause they a bunch of fagots
Starting shit in my hood, I can't 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
Hearing retaliating, and Wiz was up the alley waiting
We breeze, jump in the ride, heard Pierre
bleeding inside, and ain't been back since ninety-five

Shootouts is similar to Wild
Broad daylight, face to face 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 iron, police roll in hot pursuit
Trying to the loot, fuck Jake, cock and shoot