Luyện nghe bài hát Shootouts

Yo, what's in me
Besides the Henny, it's eyes that's seen
Fiends get as if Queens was a Craig Jenny
Instead of diet plans it's crack 200
I pump a G-pack, for where the D's at
slow, looking for Rambo, the cop who got grazed
Back in the days, niggas through my project maze
cop he got a death wish
He run behind niggas you breathless
Everyday he making ten arrests,
My nigga check this, I know the bitch he rest
I even it, forty-dash-ten inspect it
(Already checked it Dunn, his ankle you could see his gun)
Peep, he parked his Jeep in the of the slum
To check Tanisha, fat ass real fly, the blonde Caesar
summer gear, she push the two-seater
I heard she brag the way he eat her
A man short 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 candy in a that's starving
Rock the same gear daily, a soldier in my squadron
I heard she let Jake investigate from her
Cause she's a nympho, sucking and coughing up info
So now set up, her and the beast to get wet up
I know he up, we blazing from 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 in the cop jerked
Jungle popped one in his
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 one from the fo'-five)
Pull his shades down, seen his last days now
There's no way now, we can be treated just a slave now
Two in the dome, he's down, hey yo the bitch is saved now
She's living in a snitch now

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

Still on the streets with my peeps so
We a block party for my man going up creek
To do his two to four, show love, from all around the board
Peace Lord, Handi-Cam on record
Pop a bottle, cause when you come home we still got it
We can watch the tape play back and zone
all the bitches, on the benches with ill extensions
We block the streets off, only crew can enter
was loud and it was crowded
Barbecued wings we fed the fiends (gamble in the back) Killa
And Frank tried to stop the bank loss, about what a Roley
Guzzled his drink, and off
He's a Big Will, to slang krill, now he own the hill
Couldn't take losing his cash, and I feel
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 everyone except for me had reaching
They had gats in each others faces, with
And grandmothers around, Frank's only concern was his
My man let off, half of them fake niggaz jet off
Police quick, waiting for that to set off
Running the static, it got me mad cause they a bunch of
shit in my hood, I can't have it
Yo High, get the 40-cali stainless, Jake is out
Let's make it real and still 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, Pierre died
Internal bleeding inside, and been back since ninety-five

Shootouts is similar to West
Broad daylight, face to face without a
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 with iron, police roll in hot pursuit
Trying to the loot, fuck Jake, cock and shoot