Luyện nghe bài hát My Summer Vacation

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

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

trying to stop it
So what the fuck can I do to make a
a flight to St. Louis
That's cool 'cause knew us

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

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

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

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

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

Them got popped
Took their corner next day, set up
And better than slangin' in the Valley
the profit makin' more than I did in Cali

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

Getting bitches and they can't a
Nineteen-ninety-one Montana
Now the like a war
Of gang violence where it was never seen

Punks when the gat bust
Four Jheri curl niggaz up dust
And some of them are 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 motherfuckers want to stand strong
So you know the phrase, once again on

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

Boom! my homie got shot he's a black
St. Louis niggaz they corner back
Shooting in snowy
illegal business, niggaz still can't stick together

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 gettin'

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

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

Face'll be full of tattooed tears
the same old story and the same old nigga stuck
And the public defender givin' a fuck
The must be sparkin'

Talkin 'about a double life plea
You got to deal with the Crips and Bloods by G
Plus the Guerrilla family
And the white pride don't like

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 years that I'm facin'
I'm a end it like this 'cause you know up
My life is