Luyện nghe bài hát Shootouts

Yo, what's in me
Besides the Henny, eyes that's seen plenty
get skinny as if Queens was a Craig Jenny
Instead of diet 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 wish
He run behind niggas you breathless
Everyday he ten arrests, shit
My nigga check this, I know the he rest 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 real fly, the blonde Caesar
summer gear, she push the two-seater
I heard she about the way he eat her
A Irish man short slim with a tan, say he laced her cheeba
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 candy in a mouth starving
Rock the gear daily, like a soldier in my squadron
I heard she let investigate from her window
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 your glock
They had the on, son hit the lock first
We busted in the cop
Jungle one in his shirt
I the bitch by her tits, she tried to say she Earth
We saw the cameras, recorders, and the monitors
They eying us (Nas yo he one from the fo'-five)
his shades down, they seen his last days now
There's no way now, we can be just like a slave now
Two in the dome, he's down, hey yo the bitch is saved now
She's living in a grave now

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

Still on the streets with my so deep
We threw a block party for my man up creek
To do his two to four, niggas show love, all around the board
Lord, Sony Handi-Cam on record
Pop a bottle, when you come home we still got it sewn
We can watch the tape play and just zone
all the bitches, on the benches with ill extensions
We block the streets off, only crew 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, used to slang krill, now he own the
Couldn't take his cash, and I could feel
Something in the air yeah, returned with Pierre
A gun slinger, who niggas seen in a year
I usually be holding, this type of weekend
And everyone except for me had started
They had gats in each others faces, with
And around, Frank's only concern was his paper
My man Killa let off, half of them fake 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 40-cali stainless, Jake is out
Let's make it and still make them niggas famous
Dip behind trees in fatigues and squeeze, dodge and
Hearing Jake retaliating, and Wiz was up the alley
We breeze, in the ride, heard Pierre died
Internal bleeding inside, and been back since ninety-five

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