Luyện nghe bài hát My Summer Vacation

{This is the final boarding call for flight fifty-nine
Departing from Los Angeles, destination to St.
you}

Damn G, the spot's hot
So how the am I supposed to make a knot?
Police looking at niggaz a microscope
In L.A. everybody and they sell dope

trying to stop it
So what the can I do to make a profit?
Catch a to St. Louis
That's 'cause nobody knew us

We stepped off the
Four gang bangers, professional slangers
a car at wholesale
Drove to the and checked in a motel

and I grab the three-eighty
'Cause where we stayin' niggaz look
But they can't South Central
bustin' a cap is fundamental

Checkin' out every close
which one will clock the most
Yeah is the one no doubt
Bust a U and let's clear these niggaz out

Ay ay man, nigga?
Yo, well Lench Mob nigga!

Now 'em out meant casualties
Still had the L.A.
Bust a cap and out of in a hurry
Wouldn't you know a driveby in

Them got popped
Took their next day, set up shop
And it's better slangin' in the Valley
Triple the profit makin' more than I did in

Breakin' off like Barney Rubble
'Cause them mark ass niggaz don't trouble
And we on edge when we do work
Police don't recognize the and the sweatshirts

bitches and they can't stand a
Nineteen-ninety-one Montana
Now the shit's a war
Of gang violence where it was seen before

Punks whirl when the gat
Four Jheri niggaz kickin' up dust
And of them are even lookin' up to us
our colors and talkin' that gang fuss

Giving up much
for a street that they ain't never heard of
But other motherfuckers want to strong
So you know the phrase, once again on

{Top of the tonight, gangs from South Central
Los which are known for their driveby shootings
Have migrated into East St.
Leaving three dead and two injured
No arrests been made
Police say is a nationwide trend
With incidents occurring in Texas, Michigan and Oklahoma}

Boom! my homie got shot he's a goner
St. Louis niggaz want corner back
Shooting in weather
It's illegal business, niggaz still can't stick

Fuckin' got the four-one-one that L.A. ain't all, surf and sun
But we thinkin' 'bout the boys
Feudin' like the Hayfield's and
Now the shit's tricky

'Cause now they lookin' for the and the khakis
Damn, the spot's gettin hot the battle
About to pack up and start in Seattle
But the NARC's raid about six in the

Try to catch a while he's yawnin'
Put his to my chest as I paused
Went to in my motherfuckin' drawers
Tryin' to me fifty-seven years

Face'll be of those tattooed tears
It's the same old story and the old nigga stuck
And the public defender ain't givin' a
The fool be sparkin'

Talkin 'about a double life plea
You got to with the Crips and Bloods by hand G
Plus the Black Guerrilla
And the white pride like Northside

And it's a if any more niggaz die
No parole or
Now is a young man's summer vacation
No chance for

'Cause look at the motherfuckin' years that I'm
I'm a end it like this 'cause you know up
My is fucked