Luyện nghe bài hát Shootouts

Yo, release in me
Besides the Henny, it's eyes seen plenty
Fiends get as if Queens was a Craig Jenny
of diet plans it's crack 200 grams
I pump a G-pack, peeping for the D's at
slow, looking for Rambo, the cop who got grazed
Back in the days, chasing niggas my project maze
That cop he got a wish
He run behind until you breathless
Everyday he ten arrests, shit
My nigga check this, I know the he rest with
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
Vetacini summer gear, she the two-seater
I she brag 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, her style, in and out of every reefer cloud
Fat ass dissolving, like cotton in a mouth that's starving
Rock the same gear daily, like a soldier in my
I heard she let Jake investigate from her
Cause she's a nympho, dick and coughing up info
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) as he open it your glock burst
They had the chains on, son hit the lock
We in the cop jerked
Jungle one in his shirt
I grabbed the by her tits, she tried to say she Earth
We saw the cameras, tape recorders, and the
They eying us (Nas yo he one from the fo'-five)
Pull his shades down, they seen his last now
There's no way now, we can be treated like a slave now
Two in the dome, laid down, hey yo the bitch is saved now
She's living in a grave now

Shootouts is to Wild West
daylight, face to face 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 told
Peep the jewels man, it's even better than gold
roll with iron, police roll in hot pursuit
Trying to stop the loot, Jake, cock and shoot

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, from all around the
Peace Lord, Sony on record
Pop a bottle, when you come home we still got it sewn
We can watch the play back and just zone
all the bitches, on the benches with ill extensions
We block the streets off, crew cars can enter
was loud and it was crowded
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 could
Something in the air yeah, returned with Pierre
A gun slinger, who niggas hadn't seen in a
I usually be holding, this type 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
Police quick, waiting for that to set off
Running the static, it got me mad they a bunch of fagots
Starting shit in my hood, I can't it
Yo High, get the 40-cali stainless, is still out
Let's make it real and still make them niggas
Dip behind in fatigues and squeeze, dodge and weave
Hearing Jake retaliating, and Wiz was up the alley
We breeze, jump in the ride, heard Pierre
Internal bleeding inside, and ain't been back ninety-five

is similar to Wild West
Broad daylight, to face 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 better than
Niggas roll with iron, roll in hot pursuit
Trying to stop the loot, fuck Jake, cock and