Luyện nghe bài hát Shootouts

Yo, what's in me
Besides the Henny, eyes that's seen plenty
Fiends get as if Queens was a Craig Jenny
Instead of diet plans it's crack 200
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, chasing niggas through my project
That cop he got a wish
He run behind niggas you breathless
he making ten arrests, shit
My nigga check this, I know the he rest with
I even blessed it, forty-dash-ten it
(Already checked it Dunn, his ankle you could see his gun)
Peep, he parked his Jeep in the of the slum
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
loud, peep 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 in my squadron
I heard she let Jake investigate her window
Cause she's a nympho, sucking dick and up info
So now set up, her and the beast to get wet up
I know he vest up, we blazing 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 busted in the cop
Jungle one in his shirt
I grabbed the by her tits, she tried to say she Earth
We saw the cameras, recorders, and the monitors
They eying us (Nas yo he survived one the fo'-five)
Pull his shades down, they seen his days now
There's no way now, we can be just like a slave now
Two in the dome, he's laid down, hey yo the bitch is now
living in a snitch grave now

Shootouts is similar to Wild
daylight, face to face 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 never
Peep the jewels black man, it's even than gold
roll with iron, police roll in hot pursuit
Trying to stop the loot, Jake, cock and shoot

Still on the streets my peeps so deep
We threw a block party for my man going up
To do his two to four, niggas show love, from all around the
Peace Lord, 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 off, only crew cars can enter
Music was loud and it was
Barbecued we fed the fiends (gamble in the back) Killa shouted
And tried to stop the bank loss, about what a Roley cost
Guzzled his drink, and off
He's a Big Will, used to krill, now he own the hill
Couldn't take losing his cash, and I could
Something in the air yeah, Frank returned with
A gun slinger, who hadn't seen in a year
I usually be holding, 'specially this of weekend
And everyone except for me had started
had gats in each others faces, with kids
And grandmothers around, Frank's concern was his paper
My man let off, half of them fake niggaz jet off
Police blitz quick, waiting for to set off
Running the static, it got me mad cause 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 real and still make them niggas
Dip behind trees in and squeeze, dodge and weave
Hearing Jake retaliating, and Wiz was up the alley
We breeze, in the ride, heard Pierre died
Internal inside, and ain't been back since ninety-five

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