Luyện nghe bài hát Shootouts

Yo, release in me
Besides the Henny, it's eyes that's plenty
Fiends get skinny as if Queens was a Jenny
Instead of diet plans it's crack 200
I pump a G-pack, 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 rest
I even blessed it, inspect it
(Already it Dunn, near his ankle you could see his gun)
Peep, he parked his Jeep in the back of the
To Tanisha, fat ass real fly, with the blonde Caesar
summer gear, she push the two-seater
I heard she about the way he eat her
A Irish man slim 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 that's starving
Rock the same gear daily, a soldier in my squadron
I she let Jake investigate from her window
Cause she's a nympho, sucking dick and coughing up
So now it's set up, her and the to get wet up
I he vest up, we blazing from the neck up
(Yo let me knock first) Soon as he open it your burst
They had the on, son hit the lock first
We busted in the cop
Jungle popped one in his
I grabbed the bitch by her tits, she to say she Earth
We saw the cameras, tape recorders, and the
eying us (Nas yo he survived one from the fo'-five)
Pull his shades down, they seen his 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

Shootouts is similar to Wild
Broad daylight, face to 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, it's even than gold
Niggas with iron, police roll in hot pursuit
to stop the loot, fuck Jake, cock and shoot

Still on the streets with my so deep
We threw a block party for my man going up
To do his two to four, show love, from all around the board
Lord, Sony Handi-Cam on record
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 benches ill extensions
We block the streets off, 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 bank loss, about what a cost
his drink, and staggered off
He's a Big Will, to slang krill, now he own the hill
Couldn't take losing his cash, and I feel
Something in the air yeah, Frank with Pierre
A gun slinger, who hadn't seen in a year
I usually be holding, this type of weekend
And everyone except for me had reaching
They had gats in each faces, with kids
And grandmothers around, only concern was his paper
My man Killa let off, half of fake niggaz jet off
blitz quick, waiting for that to set off
Running the static, it got me mad cause they a of fagots
shit 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
Jake retaliating, and Wiz was up the alley waiting
We breeze, jump in the ride, heard died
Internal bleeding inside, and been back since ninety-five

Shootouts is similar to West
Broad daylight, face to 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 told
Peep the jewels black man, it's better than gold
Niggas with iron, police roll in hot pursuit
Trying to stop the loot, fuck Jake, and shoot