Luyện nghe bài hát A Trip Out Of Town

Yo, it all began like, it
My nigga 'bout to bounce 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
Travel safe, you know that I'm a hold it on the strip
Good lookin', word to mother son I you my wit
But when I get back, I'm a bounce to your crib
On the strength, son slid 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 collapsible, stashable clips
With little magnets on the side of the we planted like a project
police come we stick the clips in any metal object
Throwin' a on the walls and try to search me down
I knowin' that my stash'll never be found

Well anyway, on the third day, son came straight to the
Wit a new and shiny shoes on the whip
My nigga hit me the latest, greatest
He told me get the whip so I can know just what the up to date is
He said he fuckin'' wit Guyanese niggas how ill them niggas is
kind of dough they get, and how they handle they biz
How they connect with Jamaician niggas who 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 obvious out of towners
Okay, I've never heard of workers gettin G's pay
For trips that for only 2-3 day
How these Guyanese niggas be eatin' pasta but love Zucchini
Valor tennis suits by Sergio Tecchini
Them type of cats that call you you can't call 'em
Rockin' fitters with wild animal skins on 'em

How they rock and tailor made pants
And get a matching bally shoe for the silk to in the dance
Washrags from every one of our back pockets
From fine wine to champagne them niggas'll straight cop it
And set up in them neighborhoods that was residential
Rock laced whips while the workers'll floss the rentals
How they with arrogant bitches who act pussy
And love to hustle wit niggas and coke 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 with Guyanese cats
Up in they gates bubbling packages and layin' wit
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 the fuckin' door 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 and the gym star
Yo light that up, lemme hit that, gimme a light, man cut that
Fuck shit

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

We to floss and the feeling of pushing chrome shit
But in the grand scheme these niggas'll love to have they own
Now these niggas was ready to swell up
We decided to separate from them niggas and make our develop
Off in to the wilderness of the Husid
We set up shops and watched the games
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 that'll beat a charge fast
We used to takin' custies and leave they set up on tilt
And watch 'em scheme on the shit that we built
Ain't it funny how transpire in fact?
Not too long after our ride we took the stash, house was at
Some niggas tried to run a with things in they palm
Not a problem so immediately for the John

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

Word, I buggin' when my nigga said he feel cold
Then I looked up on the right side of his shirt and found a hole
So as we continue to radically blaze the
the iron, not giving a fuck, y'all niggas wanna rip?
Well we deaded three out of the four niggas who to judge
One nigga and think he got off the hook
Now let me find out one out of three niggas we bodied
Was one of them Guyanese who buy drinks 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 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 soon as the said, "Cut!"

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