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 want em to
I told my nigga get the dough and keep the blau on hip
Travel safe, you know I'm a hold it down on the strip
Good lookin', to mother son I give you my wit
But when I get back, I'm a straight to your crib
On the strength, son until you to the Greyhound
Wit a burner in the knapsack, headed straight town

Now, three days pass I'm 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 come we stick the clips in any metal object
Throwin' a nigga on the and try to search me down
I laugh knowin' my stash'll never be found

Well anyway, on the third day, son came straight to the
Wit a new floss and shiny shoes on the
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 niggas is
What kind of dough they get, and how they they biz
How they with Jamaician niggas who speak American
And how they chains swung a medallion iced out

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

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

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

Ayo why you tell that 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 plates and the gym
Yo that up, lemme hit that, gimme a light, yeah man cut that
this shit

Yeah, see how we pa
The lookout niggas holdin' fort 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 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 stackin' cheddar now and is all clear
And we was growin' as workin' niggas wit ideas

We love to floss and the feeling of pushing shit
But in the grand scheme these niggas'll to have they own shit
Now niggas was really ready to swell up
We decided to separate 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

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

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

Word, I started buggin' when my nigga said he cold
Then I looked up on the right side of his shirt and found a little
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 slid and think 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 drinks up for the

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