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 some niggas with a lot of things want em to flip
I told my nigga get the dough and keep the 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 straight to your crib
On the strength, son slid until you to the
Wit a burner in the knapsack, straight outta town

Now, three days pass I'm still on the
Doin' hand to with twelve collapsible, stashable clips
With little magnets on the side of the we planted like 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 knowin' that my stash'll be found

anyway, on the third day, son came straight 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 niggas how ill them niggas is
What kind of dough they get, and how they handle biz
How connect with Jamaician niggas who speak American
And how chains swung a medallion iced out pelicans

And how stay wit four pounders
And speak American to try to in
Like they ain't out of towners
Okay, I've never heard of workers five G's pay
For trips that for only 2-3 day
How Guyanese niggas be eatin' pasta but they love Zucchini
Rockin tennis suits by Sergio Tecchini
Them type of cats that call you because you call 'em
Rockin' baseball with wild animal skins on 'em

How they rock silks and made pants
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 straight cop it
And set up shops in them neighborhoods that was
Rock laced whips while the floss the latest rentals
How they fuck arrogant bitches who act pussy
And love to hustle wit and stash coke up in they pussy

After all of that I 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 wit gats
Shit was slow the main fiend was offed
Just like a thief in the
And spread the word that we was back with the

Ayo why don't you that crack head
To close the fuckin' door and the fuck up
Yeah man and clean the motherfucking spot up, 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, man cut that
Fuck shit

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

We love to floss and the feeling of pushing shit
But in the grand these niggas'll love to have they own shit
Now these niggas was really to swell up
We decided to separate from them niggas and our shit develop
Off in to the of the wicked Husid
We set up shops and watched the begin
So now we ballin' like a motherfucker, 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 beat a fast
We used to takin' niggas' custies and they set up on tilt
And watch 'em angrily scheme on the shit that we
Ain't it funny how shit in fact?
Not too long after our ride we took the stash, house was at
Some tried to run a jook with things in they palm
Not a problem so reach for the John

Right away the gun bust! Straight 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 faggot nigga blood on our hands
But fuck it, to fulfill the best of these plans
Shit was hot but we was nowhere near ready to
My son said he shot, but he bleeding at all

Word, I started buggin' when my nigga said he cold
Then I looked up on the right side of his shirt and found a little
So as we continue to radically the fifth
Flame the iron, not giving a fuck, niggas wanna rip?
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 three niggas we bodied
Was one of them Guyanese niggas who buy drinks up for the

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

That's a wrap, good actin' motherfuckers, good
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