Luyện nghe bài hát A Trip Out Of Town

Yo, it all like, bust it
My City 'bout to bounce on a trip
We met some niggas with a lot of things they em to flip
I told my get the dough and keep the blau on your hip
Travel safe, you know that I'm a hold it on the strip
lookin', word to mother son I give you my wit
But when I get back, I'm a bounce straight to crib
On the strength, son slid until you to the
Wit a burner in the knapsack, headed straight outta

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

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

And how stay wit four pounders
And speak to try to blend in
Like they ain't out of towners
Okay, I've heard of workers gettin five G's pay
For trips that last for 2-3 day
How these Guyanese niggas be eatin' pasta but love Zucchini
Rockin Valor suits by Sergio Tecchini
Them type of that call you because you can't call 'em
Rockin' baseball fitters with wild skins on 'em

How they rock silks and made pants
And get a matching bally shoe for the silk to in the dance
Washrags hangin' from every one of our back
every fine wine to champagne them niggas'll straight cop it
And set up shops in them neighborhoods that was
Rock laced whips the workers'll floss the latest rentals
How they fuck with arrogant 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 talkin' so next trip I went to with son
So now we out of town with cats
Up in they gates bubbling packages and wit gats
Shit was slow until the fiend was offed
Just like a 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 the motherfucking spot up, smell like
Break the fuckin'' breakdown in the working
Yo go get the plates and the gym
Yo light that up, lemme hit that, gimme a light, yeah man cut
Fuck this

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

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

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

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

Word, I buggin' when my nigga said he feel cold
Then I up on the right side of his shirt and found a little hole
So as we continue to blaze the fifth
Flame the iron, not giving a fuck, y'all niggas wanna
Well we deaded three out of the four niggas who tried to
One nigga and think he got off the hook
Now let me find out one out of them 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 tried to front, we had to his brain
Suddenly my nigga 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 I felt in my gut
The shit was all over as as the director said, "Cut!"

That's a wrap, good motherfuckers, good actin'
the shit I'm talkin' about
Y'all ready to watch the
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