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 with a lot of things they want em to flip
I told my nigga get the and keep the blau on your hip
safe, you know that I'm a hold it down on the strip
Good lookin', word to mother son I you my wit
But when I get back, I'm a bounce straight to your
On the strength, son slid until you to the
Wit a burner in the knapsack, straight outta town

Now, three days I'm still on the strip
Doin' hand to hand with collapsible, stashable clips
With magnets on the side of the clips 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' my stash'll never be found

Well anyway, on the third day, son came 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 he fuckin'' wit some Guyanese niggas how ill them niggas is
kind of dough they get, and how they handle they biz
How they with Jamaician niggas who speak American
And how they chains swung a iced out pelicans

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

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

After all of that I wanted
The way my nigga was talkin' so next trip I to bounce with son
So now we out of with Guyanese cats
Up in they gates bubbling packages and layin' wit
Shit was slow until the main was offed
Just a thief in the night
And spread the word that we was with the white

Ayo why don't you tell crack head
To close the fuckin' and shut the fuck up
Yeah man and clean the motherfucking spot up, smell
Break the fuckin'' breakdown in the city
Yo go get the and the gym star
Yo that up, lemme hit that, gimme a light, yeah 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 half a brick every couple of
So on and so on, shit is and we eatin'
First nigga to short a package catch the most brutal beatin'
The town, see we now own it
on and blemishing all in the hearts of the best moments
We stackin' now and shit is all clear
And we was growin' as workin' wit aspiring ideas

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

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

away the gun bust! Straight lifted a nigga
How we moved his organs kickback, shifted a nigga
Wild shots fire, everybody scatter rats
nothing but gunpowder and a trail of smoke in these gats
Now we got this faggot nigga blood on our
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 wasn't at all

Word, I started buggin' my nigga said he feel cold
Then I looked up on the right side of his shirt and found a hole
So as we to radically blaze the fifth
Flame the iron, not giving a fuck, y'all niggas wanna
Well we deaded three out of the four 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 up for the party

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

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