Luyện nghe bài hát Shootouts

Yo, release in me
Besides the Henny, it's eyes that's seen
Fiends get skinny as if Queens was a Craig
Instead of plans it's crack 200 grams
I pump a G-pack, for where the D's at
It's slow, for Rambo, the cop who got grazed
Back in the days, chasing niggas through my maze
That cop he got a death
He run niggas until you breathless
Everyday he ten arrests, shit
My nigga this, I know the bitch he rest with
I even blessed it, inspect it
(Already it Dunn, near his ankle 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 summer gear, she push the
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 looking weaker, now her are foul
Speaking loud, her style, in and out of every reefer cloud
Fat ass dissolving, like cotton candy in a mouth that's
Rock the same gear daily, like a soldier in my
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 vest up, we blazing the neck up
(Yo let me knock first) Soon as he open it your burst
had the chains on, son hit the lock first
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, recorders, and the monitors
eying us (Nas yo he survived one from the fo'-five)
Pull his shades down, they seen his days now
There's no way now, we can be treated just like a now
Two in the dome, laid down, hey yo the bitch is saved now
She's in a snitch grave now

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

Still on the streets with my so deep
We threw a 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 you come home we still got it sewn
We can watch the tape play back and just
all the bitches, on the benches with ill extensions
We block the streets off, only crew cars can
Music was loud and it was
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
a Big Will, used to slang krill, now he own the hill
Couldn't losing his cash, and I could feel
Something in the air yeah, returned with Pierre
A gun slinger, who niggas seen in a year
I usually be holding, 'specially this of weekend
And everyone for me had started reaching
They had 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 a bunch of fagots
Starting 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 behind trees in fatigues and squeeze, and weave
Jake retaliating, and Wiz was up the alley waiting
We breeze, jump in the ride, Pierre died
Internal bleeding inside, and ain't been since ninety-five

Shootouts is similar to West
Broad daylight, face to face a vest
You know the episodes, thugs the spectacles
Please God to 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, fuck Jake, cock and