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 gettin' hot
So how the fuck am I 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 fuck can I do to a profit?
a flight to St. Louis
That's cool 'cause knew us

We off the plane
Four gang bangers, professional slangers
Rented a car at
to the ghetto and checked in a motel

Unpacked and I the three-eighty
'Cause we stayin' niggaz look shady
But they fade South Central
bustin' a cap is fundamental

Checkin' out every close
Seein' one will clock the most
this is the one no doubt
Bust a U Bone and let's these niggaz out

Ay ay man, whassup
Yo, this Lench Mob nigga!

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

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

Breakin' off rocks like Rubble
'Cause them mark ass niggaz don't trouble
And we ain't on edge when we do
Police don't recognize the khakis and the

bitches and they can't stand a
Nineteen-ninety-one Tony
Now the shit's a war
Of gang violence it was never seen before

Punks whirl the gat bust
Four curl niggaz kickin' up dust
And some of them are lookin' up to us
Wearing our colors and talkin' that fuss

Giving up love
Dyin' for a street that ain't never heard of
But other want to stand strong
So you know the phrase, again it's on

{Top of the tonight, gangs from South Central
Los Angeles which are known for their driveby
Have migrated into East St.
three dead and two others 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 they corner
in snowy weather
It's illegal business, niggaz can't stick together

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

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

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

Face'll be full of those tattooed
the same old story and the same old nigga stuck
And the public defender ain't givin' a
The must be sparkin'

Talkin 'about a life plea bargain
You got to deal with the and Bloods by hand G
Plus the Black family
And the white don't like Northside

And it's a riot if any niggaz die
No parole or
Now this is a young summer vacation
No for rehabilitation

'Cause look at the motherfuckin' years I'm facin'
I'm a end it like this you know what's up
My life is