Luyện nghe bài hát Shootouts

Yo, release in me
the Henny, it's eyes that's seen plenty
Fiends get skinny as if Queens was a Craig
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
in the days, chasing niggas through my project maze
That cop he got a death
He run behind until you breathless
he making ten arrests, shit
My nigga check this, I know the bitch he rest
I blessed it, forty-dash-ten inspect it
(Already checked it Dunn, near his 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
Vetacini gear, she push the two-seater
I heard she brag 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 candy in a mouth that's starving
Rock the same daily, like a soldier in my squadron
I heard she let Jake investigate from her
Cause a nympho, sucking dick and coughing up info
So now it's set up, her and the to get wet up
I know he vest up, we from the neck up
(Yo let me knock first) Soon as he it your glock burst
They had the chains on, son hit the lock
We busted in the cop
popped one in his shirt
I grabbed the bitch by her tits, she tried to say she
We saw the cameras, tape recorders, and the
eying us (Nas yo he survived one from the fo'-five)
Pull his shades down, seen his last days now
There's no way now, we can be treated like a slave now
Two in the dome, he's laid down, hey yo the is saved now
She's in a snitch grave now

is similar to Wild West
Broad daylight, face to face without a
You know the episodes, thugs the spectacles
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, roll in hot pursuit
Trying to stop the loot, fuck Jake, and shoot

Still on the streets my peeps so deep
We a block party for my man going up creek
To do his two to four, niggas show love, all around the board
Peace Lord, Handi-Cam on record
Pop a bottle, cause you come home we still got it sewn
We can watch the play back and just zone
Film all the bitches, on the benches ill extensions
We block the streets off, only crew can enter
Music was loud and it was
Barbecued wings we fed the fiends (gamble in the back) shouted
And Frank tried to the bank loss, about what a Roley cost
Guzzled his drink, and off
a Big Will, used to slang krill, now he own the hill
Couldn't take losing his cash, and I feel
Something in the air yeah, Frank returned with
A gun slinger, who hadn't seen in a year
I usually be holding, 'specially this type of
And everyone except for me had reaching
They had gats in each others faces, kids
And grandmothers around, Frank's only was his paper
My man Killa let off, half of them niggaz jet off
Police quick, waiting for that to set off
Running the static, it got me mad they a bunch of fagots
shit in my hood, I can't have it
Yo High, get the 40-cali stainless, is still out
make it real and still make them niggas famous
Dip behind trees in fatigues and squeeze, and weave
Hearing Jake retaliating, and Wiz was up the waiting
We breeze, jump in the ride, Pierre died
bleeding inside, and ain't been back since ninety-five

Shootouts is similar to Wild
Broad daylight, to face without a vest
You know the episodes, thugs camouflage the
Please God to the life that the Devil sold
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, cock and