Luyện nghe bài hát A Trip Out Of Town

Yo, it all began like, it
My nigga City to bounce on a trip
We met some niggas with a lot of they want em to flip
I my nigga get the dough and keep the blau on your hip
Travel safe, you know that I'm a hold it down on the
Good lookin', to mother son I give you my wit
But when I get back, I'm a bounce to your crib
On the strength, son until you to the Greyhound
Wit a burner in the knapsack, headed straight outta

Now, three days pass I'm on the strip
Doin' hand to hand with twelve collapsible, clips
little magnets on the side of the clips we planted like a project
When police we stick the clips in any metal object
Throwin' a nigga on the walls and try to search me
I laugh knowin' that my stash'll be found

Well anyway, on the third day, son straight to the strip
Wit a new floss and shiny shoes on the
My nigga hit me 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 handle they biz
How they connect with Jamaician niggas who speak
And how they chains a medallion iced out pelicans

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

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

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

Ayo why don't you that crack head
To close the fuckin' door and shut the up
Yeah man and clean the spot up, smell like
Break the breakdown in the working city
Yo go get the plates and the gym
Yo light that up, lemme hit that, gimme a light, man cut that
this shit

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

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

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

Right away the gun bust! Straight a nigga
How we moved his with kickback, shifted a nigga
Wild shots fire, everybody like rats
Leavin' nothing but gunpowder and a trail of smoke in these
Now we got faggot nigga blood on our hands
But fuck it, determined to the best of these plans
Shit was hot but we was nowhere ready to fall
My son said he shot, but he bleeding at all

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

He was the nigga to flood the table champagnes
Stupid motherfucker tried to front, we had to his brain
Suddenly my fell to the floor
And said his 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 was all over as soon as the director said, "Cut!"

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