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
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
That cop he got a death
He run behind until you breathless
Everyday he ten arrests, shit
My nigga check this, I the bitch he rest with
I even blessed it, forty-dash-ten it
(Already checked it Dunn, near his ankle you see his gun)
Peep, he parked his in the back of the slum
To check Tanisha, fat ass real fly, the blonde Caesar
Vetacini summer gear, she 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 looking weaker, now her are foul
Speaking loud, peep her style, in and out of every cloud
Fat ass dissolving, cotton candy in a mouth that's starving
Rock the same gear daily, like a in my squadron
I heard she let Jake from her window
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 from the neck up
(Yo let me first) Soon as he open it your glock burst
They had the chains on, son hit the first
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, 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 treated just a slave now
Two in the dome, he's laid down, hey yo the is saved now
She's living in a grave now

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

Still on the with my peeps 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
Peace Lord, Handi-Cam on record
Pop a bottle, when you come home we still got it sewn
We can watch the tape play back and just
Film all the bitches, on the benches with ill
We block the streets off, only crew cars can
Music was and it was crowded
wings we fed the fiends (gamble in the back) Killa shouted
And tried to stop the bank loss, about 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 losing his cash, and I could
Something in the air yeah, Frank returned Pierre
A gun slinger, who niggas hadn't seen in a
I usually be holding, 'specially this of weekend
And everyone for me had started reaching
They had gats in each others faces, kids
And grandmothers around, Frank's only concern was his
My man Killa let off, half of them niggaz jet off
Police quick, waiting for that to set off
the static, it got me mad cause they a bunch of fagots
Starting shit in my hood, I can't it
Yo High, get the 40-cali stainless, Jake is out
Let's make it real and still make niggas famous
Dip behind trees in and squeeze, dodge and weave
Hearing Jake retaliating, and Wiz was up the alley
We breeze, jump in the ride, heard Pierre
Internal inside, and ain't been back since ninety-five

is similar to Wild West
Broad daylight, face to face without a
You know the episodes, thugs camouflage the
Please God to the life that the Devil sold
See "It Was Written" but was never
Peep the jewels black man, it's even better than
Niggas roll iron, police roll in hot pursuit
Trying to stop the loot, fuck Jake, and shoot