Luyện nghe bài hát A Trip Out Of Town

Yo, it all began like, 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 I'm a hold it down on the strip
Good lookin', word to mother son I you my wit
But I get back, I'm a bounce straight to your crib
On the strength, son slid until you to the
Wit a burner in the knapsack, headed outta town

Now, three days pass I'm still on the
Doin' hand to hand with collapsible, stashable clips
little magnets on the side 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 laugh knowin' that my never be found

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

And how they wit four pounders
And American to try to blend in
Like they ain't out of towners
Okay, I've never heard of workers five G's pay
For that last for only 2-3 day
How these Guyanese niggas be eatin' pasta but they Zucchini
Rockin Valor suits by Sergio Tecchini
Them type of cats that you because you can't call 'em
Rockin' baseball with wild animal skins on 'em

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

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

Ayo why you tell that crack head
To close the fuckin' and shut the fuck up
Yeah man and clean the motherfucking up, smell like
Break the fuckin'' breakdown in the working
Yo go get the plates and the gym
Yo light that up, lemme hit that, a light, yeah man cut that
this shit

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

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

everything from the local McDonald's bitches
With the ass
To bitches that'll beat a charge fast
We to takin' niggas' custies and leave they set up on tilt
And 'em angrily scheme on the shit that we built
Ain't it funny how shit transpire in
Not too long after our we took the winner's stash, house was at
Some niggas tried to run a jook with things in they
Not a problem so immediately for the John

away the gun bust! Straight lifted a nigga
How we moved his organs with kickback, a nigga
Wild shots fire, scatter like rats
Leavin' but gunpowder and a trail of smoke in these gats
Now we got this faggot nigga on our hands
But fuck it, to fulfill the best of these plans
Shit was hot but we was near ready to fall
My son said he shot, but he wasn't at all

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

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

That's a wrap, good actin' motherfuckers, actin'
That's the shit I'm talkin'
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