Luyện nghe bài hát A Trip Out Of Town

Yo, it all like, bust it
My nigga City 'bout to on a trip
We met some niggas with a lot of things they em to flip
I my nigga get the dough and keep the blau on your hip
Travel safe, you know 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 straight to your crib
On the strength, son slid you to the Greyhound
Wit a burner in the knapsack, straight outta town

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

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

And how stay wit four pounders
And speak American to try to in
Like ain't obvious out of towners
Okay, I've never 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 tennis suits by Tecchini
type of cats that call you because you can't call 'em
Rockin' baseball fitters wild animal skins on 'em

How rock silks and tailor made pants
And get a matching bally shoe for the to step 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 shops in them neighborhoods was residential
Rock laced whips the workers'll floss the latest rentals
How they fuck with arrogant bitches who act
And love to hustle wit niggas and stash up in they pussy

all of that I wanted ones
The way my was talkin' so next trip I went to bounce with son
So now we out of town Guyanese cats
Up in they gates bubbling and layin' wit gats
Shit was slow until the fiend was offed
like a thief in the night
And spread the word we was back with the white

Ayo why don't you tell that head
To close the fuckin' door and the fuck up
Yeah man and the motherfucking spot up, smell like
Break the fuckin'' breakdown in the city
Yo go get the and the gym star
Yo light that up, hit that, gimme a light, yeah man cut that
Fuck shit

Yeah, see how we pa
The lookout niggas holdin' fort they was watchtowers
Buggin' on how we went through, a half a every couple of hours
So on and so on, shit is good and we
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 stackin' cheddar now and shit is all
And we was growin' as niggas wit aspiring ideas

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

Fuckin' everything from the McDonald's bitches
With the ass
To attorney bitches that'll a charge fast
We used to takin' niggas' custies and 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 things in they palm
Not a problem so reach for the John

Right away the gun bust! Straight a nigga
How we moved his organs with kickback, a nigga
Wild shots fire, everybody like rats
Leavin' but gunpowder and a trail of smoke in these gats
Now we got this faggot blood on our hands
But it, determined to fulfill the best of these plans
was hot but we was nowhere near ready to fall
My son he shot, but he wasn't bleeding at all

Word, I started buggin' 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, y'all niggas rip?
Well we three 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 niggas we bodied
Was one of them Guyanese niggas who buy drinks up for the

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

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