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 with a lot of things they want em to
I told my nigga get the dough and the blau on your hip
Travel safe, you that I'm a hold it down on the strip
Good lookin', word to son I give you my wit
But when I get back, I'm a bounce straight to crib
On the strength, son slid you to the Greyhound
Wit a burner in the knapsack, headed straight town

Now, three pass I'm still on the strip
Doin' hand to hand with collapsible, stashable clips
With little magnets on the side of the clips we like a project
police come we stick the clips in any metal object
Throwin' a nigga on the walls and try to search me
I laugh knowin' that my 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 what the up to 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 Jamaician niggas who speak American
And how they chains swung a iced out pelicans

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

How they rock silks and tailor made
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
Rock laced whips the workers'll floss the latest rentals
How fuck with arrogant bitches who act pussy
And love to hustle wit niggas and stash coke up in they

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

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

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

We to floss and the feeling 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 them niggas and make our shit develop
Off in to the wilderness of the wicked
We set up and watched the games begin
So now we like a motherfucker, money was sick
Gas on the cheddar and bitches ridin' the dick

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

Right away the gun bust! lifted a nigga
How we moved his organs with kickback, a nigga
Wild fire, everybody scatter like rats
Leavin' nothing but gunpowder and a trail of in these gats
Now we got this faggot nigga blood on our
But it, determined to fulfill the best of these 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 right side of his shirt and found a little
So as we continue to radically blaze the
Flame the iron, not giving a fuck, niggas wanna rip?
Well we deaded three out of the four niggas who to judge
One nigga and think he got off the hook
Now let me find out one out of them three niggas we
Was one of them Guyanese who buy drinks up for the party

He was the nigga to flood the table with
Stupid tried to front, we had to leak his brain
my nigga fell to the floor
And said his legs feel like 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'
the shit I'm talkin' about
Y'all ready to watch the
around, that shit'll be a box office smash motherfuckers