Luyện nghe bài hát Texaco

Prod by Beats

night I done ran out of swishas
Shit its only 12: 30, its still kinda
I pull up to the Texaco I hop out
I hit the blunt once more and put it out
Now as I open the door, as I walk in this
Somebody rushin to the front so the empty the drawer
He put the gun to his face and him dont move
Im hidin behind a king of Pringles thinkin Im gon do
Man I might die in bitch, we just came for some swishas
Im than a motherfucker, man this nigga might kill us
This remind of that motherfuckin scene out of
You know that feeling youre so nervous you feel like shittin
he let off a shot, but dude missed
And Im tryna text the homies like Im stuck in shit
Why niggas is fightin? Scrappin over the cash
I saw the blunts by the racks, to grab the and hall bags
I went on the block, here come the
Tryna see the time but the dont work on my watch
I made it to the crib and put the key in my
Yelling to the homies as sleep on the couch
Im tell em what happened but they say that Im losin it
Told em my came into the store and start shootin shit
These niggas think Im lyin but Im the truth
And if you dont believe me you can turn on the
The pronounced the clerk at 3: 22
to find out he surely used to go to my school
He was a nigga named Bryce, I used to with his sister
Crazy motherfucker, always in
Now he 35 with a public defendant
Man and he aint coming home, its a wrap for nigga
As we up a blunt, who got the light?
er what the fuck we came to do, alright