Luyện nghe bài hát Shootouts

Yo, what's 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 200 grams
I pump a G-pack, for where the D's at
It's slow, for Rambo, the cop who got grazed
Back in the days, chasing niggas my project maze
That cop he got a death
He run behind niggas until you
Everyday he making ten arrests,
My check this, I know the bitch he rest with
I even it, forty-dash-ten inspect it
(Already checked it Dunn, near his you could see his gun)
Peep, he parked his in the back of the slum
To check Tanisha, fat ass fly, with the blonde Caesar
Vetacini gear, she push 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 looking weaker, now her teeth are
loud, peep her style, in and out of every reefer cloud
Fat ass dissolving, like cotton candy in a that's starving
Rock the same daily, like a soldier in my squadron
I heard she let Jake from her window
Cause she's a nympho, sucking dick and coughing up
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
They had the chains on, son hit the first
We busted in the cop
Jungle one in his shirt
I grabbed the bitch by her tits, she tried to say she
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 down, hey yo the bitch is saved now
living in a snitch grave now

Shootouts is similar to West
Broad daylight, face to without 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 black man, it's even better than gold
Niggas roll with iron, police roll in hot
Trying to stop the loot, fuck Jake, and shoot

Still on the streets with my peeps so
We threw a block party for my man up creek
To do his two to four, niggas show love, from all around the
Peace Lord, Sony Handi-Cam on
Pop a bottle, cause when you come home we got it sewn
We can the tape play 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 to stop the bank loss, about what a Roley cost
his drink, and staggered off
He's a Big Will, used to slang krill, now he own the
Couldn't take losing his cash, and I feel
Something in the air yeah, Frank with Pierre
A gun slinger, who niggas hadn't in a year
I be holding, 'specially this type of weekend
And everyone for me had started reaching
They had in each others faces, with kids
And grandmothers around, only concern was his paper
My man Killa let off, half of fake 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 trees in fatigues and squeeze, dodge and weave
Hearing retaliating, and Wiz was up the alley waiting
We breeze, jump in the ride, heard died
Internal bleeding inside, and ain't been back ninety-five

Shootouts is similar to Wild
daylight, face to face without a vest
You know the episodes, thugs camouflage the
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, roll in hot pursuit
Trying to stop the loot, fuck Jake, cock and