Luyện nghe bài hát A Trip Out Of Town

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ayo why don't you tell that crack
To close the fuckin' and shut the fuck up
Yeah man and clean the spot up, smell like
Break the fuckin'' breakdown in the working
Yo go get the and the gym star
Yo light that up, hit that, gimme a light, yeah man cut that
Fuck this

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

We love to floss and the of pushing chrome shit
But in the scheme these niggas'll love to have they own shit
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 and watched the games begin
So now we ballin' like a motherfucker, was sick
Gas on the cheddar and these bitches the dick

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

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

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

He was the to flood the table with champagnes
Stupid tried to front, we had to leak his brain
Suddenly my fell to the floor
And said his legs 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!"

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