Luyện nghe bài hát Shootouts

Yo, what's in me
the Henny, it's eyes that's seen plenty
Fiends get skinny as if was a Craig Jenny
of diet plans it's crack 200 grams
I pump a G-pack, peeping for 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 making ten arrests,
My nigga check this, I the bitch he rest with
I even it, forty-dash-ten inspect it
(Already checked it Dunn, near his ankle you see his gun)
Peep, he parked his Jeep in the 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 slim with a tan, they say he laced her cheeba
She do be looking weaker, now her are foul
Speaking loud, peep her style, in and out of reefer cloud
Fat ass dissolving, like cotton candy in a that's 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 blazing from the up
(Yo let me knock first) Soon as he it your glock burst
They had the chains on, son hit the lock
We in the cop jerked
Jungle one in his shirt
I grabbed the bitch by her tits, she tried to say she
We saw the cameras, tape recorders, and the
They eying us (Nas yo he one from the fo'-five)
Pull his down, they seen his last 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 is saved now
She's living in a grave now

Shootouts is to Wild West
daylight, face to face without a vest
You the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles
Please God to save the that the Devil sold
See "It Was Written" but was never
Peep the jewels black man, it's better than gold
Niggas roll iron, police roll in hot pursuit
Trying to stop the loot, fuck Jake, 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
Peace Lord, Handi-Cam on record
Pop a bottle, cause you come home we still got it sewn
We can the tape play 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 what a Roley
his drink, and staggered off
He's a Big Will, used to slang krill, now he own the
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, this type of weekend
And everyone except for me had reaching
They had gats in each faces, with kids
And grandmothers around, Frank's only concern was his
My man Killa let off, half of fake niggaz jet off
Police quick, waiting for that to set off
Running the static, it got me mad cause a bunch of fagots
Starting shit in my hood, I can't it
Yo High, get the stainless, Jake is still out
Let's make it and still make them niggas famous
Dip behind in fatigues and squeeze, dodge 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

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