Luyện nghe bài hát My Summer Vacation

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

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

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

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

Unpacked and I the three-eighty
'Cause we stayin' niggaz look shady
But they can't fade Central
'Cause bustin' a cap is

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

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

Now clearin' 'em out casualties
had the L.A. mentality
Bust a cap and out of there in a
Wouldn't you know a in Missouri?

Them fools got
Took their 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 Barney Rubble
'Cause them mark ass niggaz want trouble
And we on edge when we do work
don't recognize the khakis and the sweatshirts

Getting and they can't stand a
Tony Montana
Now the shit's a war
Of gang where it was never seen before

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

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

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

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

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

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

Try to catch a nigga while yawnin'
Put his glock to my chest as I
Went to jail in my drawers
to give me fifty-seven years

Face'll be full of tattooed tears
It's the same old story and the same old stuck
And the public ain't givin' a fuck
The must be sparkin'

Talkin a double life plea bargain
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 this is a young summer vacation
No for rehabilitation

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