Luyện nghe bài hát A Trip Out Of Town

Yo, it all like, bust it
My nigga City to bounce on a trip
We met some niggas with a lot of they 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 hold it on the strip
lookin', word to mother son I give you my wit
But when I get back, I'm a bounce to your crib
On the strength, son slid until you to the
Wit a burner in the knapsack, headed outta town

Now, days pass I'm still on the strip
Doin' hand to hand twelve collapsible, stashable clips
With little magnets on the side of the clips we planted a project
When police we stick the clips in any metal object
Throwin' a on the walls and try to search me down
I laugh that my stash'll never be found

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

And how stay wit four pounders
And speak to try to blend in
Like ain't obvious out of towners
Okay, I've never of workers gettin five G's pay
For trips 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' fitters with wild animal skins on 'em

How rock 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 wine to champagne them niggas'll straight cop it
And set up shops in them that was residential
Rock whips while the workers'll floss the latest rentals
How they fuck arrogant bitches who act pussy
And love to 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 town with Guyanese
Up in they gates bubbling packages and wit gats
Shit was slow the main fiend was offed
Just like a in the night
And spread the word that we was back with the

Ayo why don't you tell crack head
To the fuckin' door and shut the fuck up
Yeah man and clean the motherfucking spot up, like
the fuckin'' breakdown in the working city
Yo go get the plates and the gym
Yo light that up, lemme hit that, a light, yeah man cut that
Fuck this

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

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

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

Right the gun bust! Straight lifted a nigga
How we moved his organs kickback, shifted a nigga
Wild shots fire, scatter like rats
Leavin' nothing but gunpowder and a of smoke in these gats
Now we got this nigga blood 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 he shot, but he wasn't bleeding at all

Word, I started buggin' my nigga 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 the fifth
Flame the iron, not a fuck, y'all niggas wanna rip?
Well we deaded three out of the four who tried to judge
One nigga slid and he got off the hook
Now let me find out one out of them three we bodied
Was one of them Guyanese niggas who buy drinks up for the

He was the nigga to flood the table with
Stupid motherfucker tried to front, we had to leak his
Suddenly my nigga to the floor
And said his feel like them shits ain't got no feelin's no more
More the 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, actin'
That's the I'm talkin' about
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