Luyện nghe bài hát A Trip Out Of Town

Yo, it all began like, it
My nigga City 'bout to on a trip
We met some niggas 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 straight to crib
On the strength, son until you to the Greyhound
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
little magnets on the side of the clips we planted like a project
When police come we stick the clips in any object
a nigga on the walls and try to search me down
I laugh knowin' that my stash'll be found

Well anyway, on the third day, son straight to the strip
Wit a new floss and shoes on the whip
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 Guyanese niggas how ill them is
What kind of dough they get, and how handle they biz
How they connect Jamaician niggas who speak American
And how chains swung a medallion iced out pelicans

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

How they silks and tailor made pants
And get a matching bally shoe for the silk to in the dance
Washrags hangin' from every one of our pockets
From fine wine to champagne them niggas'll straight cop it
And set up shops in them neighborhoods was residential
Rock laced whips while the workers'll floss the rentals
How they fuck with arrogant bitches who act
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 town with Guyanese
Up in gates bubbling packages and layin' wit gats
Shit was slow until the main was offed
Just a thief 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' and shut the fuck up
Yeah man and clean the spot up, smell like
Break the fuckin'' breakdown in the working
Yo go get the and the gym star
Yo light that up, lemme hit that, gimme a light, man cut that
Fuck this

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 good and we
First nigga to short a will catch the most brutal beatin'
The town, see we now own it
Carryin' on and blemishing all in the hearts of the moments
We cheddar now and shit is all clear
And we was growin' as workin' niggas wit aspiring

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

everything from the local McDonald's bitches
With the ass
To attorney 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
Ain't it funny how shit transpire in
Not too long after our ride we took the stash, house was at
Some niggas tried to run a jook with things in they
Not a problem so immediately for the John

away the gun bust! Straight lifted a nigga
How we his organs with kickback, shifted a nigga
Wild shots fire, everybody like rats
Leavin' nothing but gunpowder and a trail of smoke in these
Now we got this faggot blood on our hands
But it, determined 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 feel
I looked up on the right side of his shirt and found a little hole
So as we continue to radically blaze the
Flame the iron, not a fuck, y'all niggas wanna rip?
Well we deaded three out of the four niggas who tried to
One nigga slid and he got off the hook
Now let me out one out of them three niggas we bodied
Was one of them niggas who buy drinks up for the party

He was the nigga to flood the table champagnes
Stupid tried to front, we had to leak his brain
Suddenly my nigga to the floor
And said his legs feel like them shits got no feelin's no more
More the actin' up the more the I felt in my gut
The shit was all over as soon as the said, "Cut!"

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