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 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 I'm a hold it down on the strip
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 until you to the Greyhound
Wit a burner in the knapsack, headed straight town

Now, three days pass I'm still on the
Doin' hand to hand with twelve collapsible, stashable
With little magnets on the side of the clips we like a project
When police come we 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

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

And how stay wit four pounders
And speak American to try to in
Like they obvious out of towners
Okay, I've never heard of workers gettin G's pay
For trips last for only 2-3 day
How these Guyanese niggas be eatin' but they love Zucchini
Rockin tennis suits by Sergio Tecchini
Them type of cats that call you because you can't 'em
Rockin' baseball fitters 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 one of our back pockets
every fine wine to champagne them niggas'll straight cop it
And set up shops in them that was residential
Rock laced whips while the workers'll floss the latest
How they with arrogant bitches who act pussy
And love to hustle wit niggas and stash up in they pussy

After all of that I wanted
The way my nigga was so next trip I went to bounce with son
So now we out of town with cats
Up in they gates bubbling and layin' wit gats
Shit was slow until the main fiend was
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 close the fuckin' door and the fuck up
Yeah man and clean the motherfucking up, smell like
the fuckin'' 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 holdin' fort 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 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' cheddar now and shit is all
And we was growin' as niggas wit aspiring ideas

We love to and the feeling of pushing chrome shit
But in the grand scheme these niggas'll to have they own shit
Now these niggas was really ready to 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 watched the begin
So now we ballin' like a motherfucker, was sick
Gas on the and these bitches ridin' the dick

Fuckin' everything the local McDonald's bitches
the biggest ass
To attorney bitches that'll beat a fast
We used to takin' niggas' and leave they set up on tilt
And watch 'em angrily scheme on the shit that we
Ain't it funny how shit transpire in
Not too long after our ride we the winner's stash, house was at
Some niggas to run a jook with things in they palm
Not a problem so immediately for the John

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

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

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 ain't got no feelin's no more
More the actin' up the more the shit I in my gut
The shit was all over as soon as the said, "Cut!"

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