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 Jenny
of diet plans it's crack 200 grams
I pump a G-pack, peeping for the D's at
It's slow, looking for Rambo, the cop who got
Back in the days, chasing niggas through my project
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 with
I blessed it, forty-dash-ten inspect it
(Already checked it Dunn, near his ankle you see his gun)
Peep, he his Jeep in the back of the slum
To check Tanisha, fat ass real fly, the blonde Caesar
Vetacini summer gear, she push the
I heard she about the way he eat her
A Irish man short slim 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 every reefer
Fat ass dissolving, like candy in a mouth that's starving
Rock the gear daily, like a soldier in my squadron
I she let Jake investigate from her window
she's a nympho, sucking dick and coughing up info
So now it's set up, her and the to get wet up
I know he up, we blazing from the neck up
(Yo let me knock first) Soon as he open it your 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 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, they seen his last 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
She's living in a snitch now

Shootouts is similar to West
daylight, face to face without a vest
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 roll 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 for my man going up creek
To do his two to four, niggas show love, from all around the
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, crew cars can enter
was loud and it was crowded
Barbecued wings we fed the fiends (gamble in the back) shouted
And Frank tried to stop the bank loss, about what a Roley
Guzzled his drink, and off
He's a Big Will, used to krill, now he own the hill
take losing his cash, and I could feel
Something in the air yeah, Frank returned with
A gun slinger, who niggas hadn't seen in a
I usually be holding, 'specially this type of
And except for me had started reaching
They had gats in each faces, with kids
And grandmothers around, Frank's only was his paper
My man Killa let off, half of fake niggaz jet off
Police blitz quick, for that to set off
Running the static, it got me mad cause a bunch of fagots
Starting shit in my hood, I have it
Yo High, get the 40-cali stainless, is still out
make it real and still make them niggas famous
Dip trees in fatigues 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 without a vest
You know the episodes, camouflage the spectacles
God to save 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 in hot pursuit
Trying to stop the loot, fuck Jake, cock and