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 crack 200 grams
I a G-pack, peeping for where the D's at
It's slow, for Rambo, the cop who got grazed
Back in the days, niggas through my project maze
That cop he got a death
He run behind niggas until you
he making ten arrests, shit
My check this, I know the bitch he rest with
I even blessed it, forty-dash-ten it
(Already checked it Dunn, near his you could see his gun)
Peep, he his Jeep in the back of the slum
To check Tanisha, fat ass real fly, with the blonde
Vetacini summer gear, she push the
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 teeth are
Speaking loud, peep her style, in and out of reefer cloud
Fat ass dissolving, like cotton candy in a mouth that's
Rock the same daily, like a soldier 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 first) Soon as he open it your glock burst
They had the chains on, son hit the lock
We in the cop jerked
Jungle popped one in his
I the bitch 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 days now
no way now, we can be treated 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, camouflage the spectacles
Please God to save the life that the Devil
See "It Was Written" but was never
Peep the black man, it's even better than gold
Niggas roll with iron, police in hot pursuit
to stop the loot, fuck 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
Lord, Sony Handi-Cam on record
Pop a bottle, when 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 streets off, only crew cars can
Music was loud and it was
Barbecued we fed the fiends (gamble in the back) Killa shouted
And Frank tried to stop the bank loss, about a Roley cost
his drink, and staggered off
He's a Big Will, used to slang krill, now he own the
Couldn't losing his cash, and I could feel
in the air yeah, Frank returned with Pierre
A gun slinger, who niggas hadn't seen in a
I usually be holding, 'specially this type of
And everyone for me had started reaching
had gats in each others faces, with kids
And around, Frank's only concern was his paper
My man Killa let off, half of them fake jet off
Police quick, waiting for that to set off
Running the static, it got me mad cause they a bunch of
Starting in my hood, I can't have it
Yo High, get the 40-cali stainless, Jake is 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, heard Pierre
Internal bleeding inside, and ain't been back since

Shootouts is similar to Wild
Broad daylight, face to face 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
the jewels black man, it's even better than gold
Niggas roll with iron, police roll in hot
to stop the loot, fuck Jake, cock and shoot