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
Instead of diet plans 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 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, near his ankle you see his gun)
Peep, he his Jeep in the back of the slum
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 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 every reefer
Fat ass dissolving, like cotton candy in a that's starving
Rock the same 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 vest up, we from the neck up
(Yo let me knock first) as he open it your glock burst
They had the chains on, son hit the first
We busted in the cop
popped one in his shirt
I grabbed the bitch by her tits, she to say she Earth
We saw the cameras, tape recorders, and the
eying 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 just like a slave now
Two in the dome, he's laid down, hey yo the 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, thugs camouflage the
God to save the life that the Devil sold
See "It Was Written" but was told
Peep the jewels man, it's even better than gold
Niggas roll with iron, police in hot pursuit
Trying to the loot, fuck Jake, cock and shoot

on the streets with my peeps so deep
We threw a block party for my man going up
To do his two to four, show love, from all around the board
Peace Lord, Sony Handi-Cam on
Pop a bottle, cause when you come home we got it sewn
We can watch the tape play back and zone
Film all the bitches, on the with ill extensions
We the streets off, only crew cars can enter
was loud and it was crowded
Barbecued 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 krill, now he own the hill
take losing his cash, and I could feel
Something in the air yeah, Frank returned with
A gun slinger, who niggas hadn't in a year
I usually be holding, 'specially this of weekend
And everyone for me had started reaching
had gats in each others faces, with kids
And grandmothers around, Frank's only concern was his
My man Killa let off, half of fake niggaz jet off
Police blitz quick, for that to set off
Running the static, it got me mad cause they a of fagots
shit 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 make them famous
Dip behind trees in and squeeze, dodge and weave
Hearing retaliating, and Wiz was up the alley waiting
We breeze, in the ride, heard Pierre died
Internal inside, and ain't been back since ninety-five

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