Luyện nghe bài hát Texaco

Prod by Beats

Late 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 once more and then put it out
Now as I open the door, as I walk in door
Somebody rushin to the front so the clerk the drawer
He put the gun to his and told him dont move
Im hidin behind a king of thinkin what Im gon do
Man I die in this bitch, we just came for some swishas
Im nervous than a motherfucker, man this nigga might us
This remind of motherfuckin scene out of Menace
You know that feeling when youre so you feel like shittin
Then he let off a shot, but missed
And Im tryna text the homies like Im stuck in shit
Why them niggas is Scrappin over the cash
I saw the blunts by the racks, to grab the and hall bags
I went on the block, here the cops
Tryna see the time but the light dont work on my
I it to the crib and put the key in my house
to the homies as they sleep on the couch
Im tryna tell em what happened but say that Im losin it
Told em my nigga into the store and start shootin shit
These niggas think Im but Im tellin the truth
And if you dont believe me you can turn on the
The the clerk dead at 3: 22
Come to find out he used to go to my school
He was a nigga named Bryce, I used to fuck his sister
Crazy motherfucker, in detention
Now he facing 35 with a public
Man and he coming home, its a wrap for that nigga
As we up a blunt, who got the light?
Asked er what the we came to do, alright