Luyện nghe bài hát A Trip Out Of Town

Yo, it all began like, it
My nigga City to bounce on a trip
We met niggas with a lot of things 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 it down on the strip
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 slid you to the Greyhound
Wit a in the knapsack, headed straight outta town

Now, three days pass I'm on the strip
Doin' hand to hand with twelve collapsible, clips
With little magnets on the side of the clips we like a project
When police come we stick the clips in any metal
Throwin' a nigga on the walls and try to search me
I laugh knowin' my stash'll never be found

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

And how stay wit four pounders
And speak American to try to 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 love
Rockin Valor tennis suits by Tecchini
Them of cats that call you because you can't call 'em
baseball fitters with wild animal skins on 'em

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

After all of 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 they gates bubbling packages and layin' wit
was slow until 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 that crack head
To the fuckin' door and shut the fuck up
Yeah man and clean the spot up, smell like
Break the fuckin'' breakdown in the city
Yo go get the and the gym star
Yo light up, lemme hit that, gimme a light, yeah man cut that
Fuck shit

Yeah, see how we pa
The lookout holdin' fort like they was watchtowers
on how we went through, a half a brick every couple of hours
So on and so on, is good and we eatin'
First nigga to short a package catch the most brutal beatin'
The town, see we now own it
Carryin' on and blemishing all in the hearts of the best
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 chrome
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 niggas and make our shit develop
Off in to the wilderness of the wicked
We set up shops and the games begin
So now we ballin' a motherfucker, money was sick
Gas on the cheddar and bitches ridin' the dick

Fuckin' from the local McDonald's bitches
the biggest ass
To attorney bitches beat a charge fast
We used to takin' niggas' custies and they set up on tilt
And watch 'em scheme on the shit that we built
Ain't it funny how shit transpire in
Not too long after our 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 reach for the

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

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

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

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