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 Jenny
of diet plans it's crack 200 grams
I pump a G-pack, for where the D's at
It's slow, looking for Rambo, the cop who got
Back in the days, niggas through my project maze
That cop he got a wish
He run behind niggas until you
he making ten arrests, shit
My nigga this, I know the bitch he rest with
I blessed it, forty-dash-ten inspect it
(Already checked it Dunn, his ankle you could see his gun)
Peep, he his Jeep in the back of the slum
To Tanisha, fat ass real fly, with the blonde Caesar
summer gear, she push the two-seater
I heard she brag the way he eat her
A Irish man short slim with a tan, they say he laced her
She do be weaker, now her teeth are foul
Speaking loud, peep her style, in and out of reefer cloud
Fat ass dissolving, like cotton candy in a mouth that's
the same gear daily, like a soldier in my squadron
I she let Jake investigate from her window
Cause a nympho, sucking dick and coughing up info
So now it's set up, her and the to get wet up
I know he up, we blazing from the neck up
(Yo let me knock first) as he open it your glock burst
They had the chains on, son hit the lock
We busted in the cop
Jungle popped one in his
I grabbed the by her tits, she tried to say she Earth
We saw the cameras, recorders, and the monitors
eying us (Nas yo he survived one from the fo'-five)
Pull his shades down, seen his last days now
There's no way now, we can be treated like a slave now
Two in the dome, he's down, hey yo the bitch is saved now
She's in a snitch grave now

Shootouts is to Wild West
Broad daylight, face to face without a
You know the episodes, 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 than gold
Niggas with iron, police roll in hot pursuit
to stop the loot, fuck Jake, cock 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 the board
Peace Lord, Sony on record
Pop a bottle, cause when you come home we got it sewn
We can watch the tape back and just zone
all the bitches, on the benches with ill extensions
We block the streets off, only cars can enter
was loud and it was crowded
Barbecued wings we fed the (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 krill, now he own the hill
Couldn't take his cash, and I could feel
Something in the air yeah, Frank returned Pierre
A gun slinger, who hadn't seen in a year
I be holding, 'specially this type of weekend
And except 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 fake niggaz jet off
Police blitz quick, waiting for to set off
the static, it got me mad cause they a bunch of fagots
Starting shit in my hood, I have it
Yo High, get the 40-cali stainless, is still out
make it real and still make them niggas famous
Dip trees in fatigues and squeeze, dodge and weave
Hearing Jake retaliating, and Wiz was up the alley
We breeze, jump in the ride, Pierre died
Internal bleeding inside, and ain't been since ninety-five

Shootouts is to Wild West
daylight, face to face without 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
Peep the jewels black man, it's even better than
Niggas roll with iron, police in hot pursuit
Trying to stop the loot, Jake, cock and shoot