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
of diet plans it's crack 200 grams
I a G-pack, peeping for where the D's at
slow, looking for Rambo, the cop who got grazed
Back in the days, chasing niggas through my project
That cop he got a death
He run behind niggas until you
he making ten arrests, shit
My nigga check this, I know the he rest with
I even blessed it, inspect it
(Already checked it Dunn, near his ankle you see his gun)
Peep, he parked his Jeep in the back of the
To check Tanisha, fat ass real fly, with the Caesar
summer gear, she push the two-seater
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 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 mouth starving
Rock the same gear daily, a soldier in my squadron
I heard she let investigate from her window
Cause a nympho, sucking dick and coughing up info
So now set up, her and the beast to get wet up
I know he vest up, we from the neck up
(Yo let me knock first) Soon as he open it your burst
They had the chains on, son hit the first
We busted in the cop
Jungle popped one in his
I grabbed the bitch by her tits, she to say she Earth
We saw the cameras, recorders, and the monitors
They us (Nas yo he survived one from the fo'-five)
Pull his shades down, they seen his last 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 Wild
Broad daylight, to face without a vest
You know the episodes, thugs camouflage the
God to save the life that the Devil sold
See "It Was Written" but was never
Peep the jewels black man, it's even than gold
Niggas roll with iron, roll in hot pursuit
Trying to stop the loot, fuck Jake, and shoot

Still on the streets with my so deep
We threw a block for my man going up creek
To do his two to four, niggas love, from all around the board
Lord, Sony Handi-Cam on record
Pop a bottle, cause when you come home we still got it
We can watch the play back and just 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 (gamble in the back) Killa shouted
And Frank tried to stop the bank loss, what a Roley cost
his drink, and staggered off
He's a Big Will, used to slang krill, now he own the
Couldn't take his cash, and I could feel
in the air yeah, Frank returned with Pierre
A gun slinger, who hadn't seen in a year
I usually be holding, 'specially this of weekend
And everyone except for me had reaching
They had gats in each others faces, kids
And grandmothers around, Frank's concern was his paper
My man Killa let off, of them fake niggaz jet off
blitz quick, waiting for that to set off
Running the static, it got me mad cause they a of fagots
Starting shit in my hood, I have it
Yo High, get the stainless, Jake is still out
Let's make it real and still make them niggas
Dip behind trees in fatigues and squeeze, and weave
Jake retaliating, and Wiz was up the alley waiting
We breeze, jump in the ride, heard died
Internal bleeding inside, and ain't been back ninety-five

Shootouts is to Wild West
Broad daylight, face to face a vest
You the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles
Please God to save the life the Devil sold
See "It Was Written" but was never
Peep the jewels black man, it's even better gold
Niggas roll iron, police roll in hot pursuit
Trying to stop the loot, fuck Jake, cock and