Luyện nghe bài hát A Trip Out Of Town

Yo, it all began like, it
My nigga 'bout to bounce on a trip
We met some niggas with a lot of things want em to flip
I told my nigga get the and keep the blau on your hip
Travel safe, you know that I'm a 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 until you to the
Wit a burner in the knapsack, headed straight outta

Now, three pass I'm still on the strip
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 in any metal object
Throwin' a nigga on the walls and try to me down
I laugh knowin' that my stash'll never be

Well anyway, on the third day, son came to the strip
Wit a new floss and shiny 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 niggas how ill niggas is
What kind of dough they get, and how they they biz
How they connect Jamaician niggas who speak American
And how they chains swung a iced out pelicans

And how they stay wit four
And speak 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 niggas be eatin' pasta but love Zucchini
Rockin Valor tennis by Sergio Tecchini
Them type of cats that you because you can't call 'em
Rockin' baseball fitters with wild skins on 'em

How they rock silks and tailor made
And get a matching bally for the silk to step in the dance
Washrags hangin' from every one of our back
From every fine wine to champagne them niggas'll cop it
And set up shops in neighborhoods that was residential
Rock laced while 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 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 and layin' wit gats
Shit was slow until the main was offed
Just a thief in the night
And spread the word that we was back the white

Ayo why don't you that crack head
To close the door and shut the fuck up
Yeah man and clean the motherfucking 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, yeah man cut
this shit

Yeah, see how we pa
The lookout niggas fort like they was watchtowers
Buggin' on how we went through, a half a every couple of hours
So on and so on, shit is good and we
First nigga to short a package will catch the 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 feeling of pushing shit
But in the grand scheme these niggas'll love to they own shit
Now these niggas was really ready to 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 these bitches the dick

Fuckin' everything from the local McDonald's
With the ass
To attorney bitches beat a charge fast
We used to takin' niggas' custies and leave set up on tilt
And watch 'em angrily scheme on the shit that we
Ain't it funny how shit in fact?
Not too after our ride 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 reach for the

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

Word, I started buggin' my nigga said he feel cold
Then I looked up on the right side of his shirt and a little hole
So as we continue to radically blaze the
Flame the iron, not a fuck, y'all niggas wanna rip?
Well we deaded out of the four niggas who tried 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 who buy drinks up for the party

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

That's a wrap, good actin' motherfuckers, good
That's the shit I'm about
Y'all to watch the playback?
Fuck around, that shit'll be a box office motherfuckers