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 niggas with a lot of things 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 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 planted like a
When police come we the clips in any metal object
a nigga 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 to the strip
Wit a new and shiny shoes on the whip
My hit me with the latest, greatest
He told me get inside the whip so I can know just the up to date is
He said he fuckin'' wit some Guyanese niggas how ill them is
What kind of dough they get, and how they they biz
How they connect with niggas who speak American
And how chains swung a medallion 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 heard of workers five G's pay
For trips that last for 2-3 day
How these Guyanese niggas be pasta but they love Zucchini
Rockin Valor suits by Sergio Tecchini
Them type of cats call you because you can't call 'em
Rockin' baseball fitters with wild skins on 'em

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

all of that I wanted ones
The way my nigga was talkin' so trip I went to bounce with son
So now we out of with Guyanese cats
Up in gates bubbling packages and layin' wit gats
Shit was slow until the main was offed
Just like a thief in the
And the word that we was back with 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 spot up, smell
the fuckin'' breakdown in the working city
Yo go get the and the gym star
Yo light that up, hit that, gimme a light, yeah man cut that
Fuck shit

Yeah, see how we pa
The lookout niggas holdin' fort 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 the most brutal beatin'
The town, see we now own it
Carryin' on and all in the hearts of the best moments
We stackin' now and shit is all clear
And we was as workin' niggas wit aspiring ideas

We love to floss and the feeling of chrome shit
But in the grand scheme these 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 of the wicked Husid
We set up shops and the games begin
So now we like a motherfucker, money was sick
Gas on the and these bitches ridin' the dick

everything from the local McDonald's bitches
With the ass
To bitches that'll beat a charge fast
We used to takin' custies and leave they set up on tilt
And 'em angrily scheme on the shit that we built
it funny how shit transpire in fact?
Not too long 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 for the John

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

Word, I buggin' when my nigga said 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 niggas wanna
Well we deaded three out of the niggas 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 his brain
Suddenly my fell to the floor
And said his legs feel them shits ain't got no feelin's no more
the actin' up the more the shit I felt in my gut
The shit was all over as soon as the said, "Cut!"

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