Luyện nghe bài hát A Trip Out Of Town

Yo, it all like, bust it
My nigga City 'bout to bounce on a
We met some niggas a lot of things they want em to flip
I told my get the dough and keep the blau on your hip
Travel safe, you know that I'm a hold it on the strip
lookin', word to mother son I give you my wit
But when I get back, I'm a bounce to your crib
On the strength, son slid until you to the
Wit a burner in the knapsack, headed straight town

Now, days pass I'm still on the strip
Doin' hand to hand with twelve collapsible, stashable
With little magnets on the of the clips we planted like a project
When police come we stick the clips in any object
Throwin' a on the walls and try to search me down
I knowin' that my stash'll never be found

Well anyway, on the day, son came straight to the strip
Wit a new and shiny shoes on the whip
My nigga hit me the latest, greatest
He told me get inside the whip so I can know just the up to date is
He he fuckin'' wit some Guyanese niggas how ill them niggas is
What kind of dough they get, and how handle they biz
How they with Jamaician niggas who speak American
And how they chains swung a medallion iced out

And how they stay wit pounders
And American to try to blend in
Like they obvious out of towners
Okay, I've heard of workers gettin five G's pay
For that last for only 2-3 day
How these Guyanese be eatin' pasta but they love Zucchini
Rockin Valor tennis suits by Tecchini
Them type of cats that call you because you call 'em
Rockin' baseball fitters wild animal skins on 'em

How they rock and tailor made pants
And get a matching shoe for the silk to step in the dance
Washrags from every one of our back pockets
From every wine to champagne them niggas'll straight cop it
And set up shops in them neighborhoods that was
laced whips while the workers'll floss the latest rentals
How fuck with arrogant bitches who act pussy
And love to hustle wit niggas and stash up in they pussy

After all of I wanted ones
The way my nigga was talkin' so next trip I went to with son
So now we out of with Guyanese cats
Up in they gates bubbling and layin' wit gats
Shit was slow the main fiend was offed
like a thief in the night
And spread the word that we was with the white

Ayo why don't you tell crack head
To close the fuckin' door and the fuck up
Yeah man and clean the motherfucking up, smell like
the fuckin'' breakdown in the working city
Yo go get the and the gym star
Yo light that up, lemme hit that, gimme a light, yeah man cut
Fuck shit

Yeah, see how we pa
The lookout holdin' fort like they was watchtowers
Buggin' on how we went through, a a brick every couple of hours
So on and so on, is good and we eatin'
First nigga to short a package catch the most brutal beatin'
The town, see we now own it
Carryin' on and blemishing all in the hearts of the moments
We stackin' now and shit is all clear
And we was growin' as niggas wit aspiring ideas

We love to floss and the of pushing chrome shit
But in the grand scheme these niggas'll love to have they own
Now niggas was really ready to swell up
We decided to separate from them niggas and our shit develop
Off in to the of the wicked Husid
We set up shops and watched the games
So now we like a motherfucker, money was sick
Gas on the cheddar and these ridin' the dick

Fuckin' everything from the local bitches
the biggest ass
To attorney bitches beat a charge fast
We used to takin' custies and leave they set up on tilt
And watch 'em angrily on the shit that we built
Ain't it funny how shit in fact?
Not too long our ride we took the winner's stash, house was at
Some niggas tried to run a jook with things in they
Not a so immediately reach for the John

Right away the gun bust! Straight lifted a
How we moved his organs with kickback, a nigga
shots fire, everybody scatter like rats
Leavin' nothing but and a trail of smoke in these gats
Now we got this nigga blood on our hands
But fuck it, determined to fulfill the best of plans
Shit was hot but we was near ready to fall
My son he shot, but he wasn't bleeding at all

Word, I started buggin' when my nigga said he feel
Then I looked up on the side of his shirt and found a little hole
So as we continue to radically blaze the
Flame the iron, not giving a fuck, y'all niggas rip?
Well we deaded three out of the four niggas who to judge
One nigga slid and he got off the hook
Now let me find out one out of them three niggas we
Was one of them Guyanese niggas who buy drinks up for the

He was the nigga to flood the table with
motherfucker tried to front, we had to leak his brain
Suddenly my nigga fell to the
And his legs feel like them shits ain't got no feelin's no more
More the actin' up the more the shit I in my gut
The shit was all as soon as the director said, "Cut!"

That's a wrap, actin' motherfuckers, good actin'
That's the shit I'm talkin'
Y'all ready to watch the
Fuck around, shit'll be a box office smash motherfuckers