Luyện nghe bài hát Texaco

Prod by Jahlil

Late night I done ran out of
its only 12: 30, its still kinda early
I up to the Texaco before I hop out
I hit the blunt more and then put it out
Now as I open the door, as I walk in this
Somebody rushin to the front so the clerk the drawer
He put the gun to his face and him dont move
Im hidin a king of Pringles thinkin what Im gon do
Man I might die in this bitch, we just came for swishas
Im nervous a motherfucker, man this nigga might kill us
This remind of that motherfuckin out of Menace
You know that feeling when youre so you feel like shittin
he let off a shot, but dude missed
And Im text the homies like Im stuck in some shit
Why them niggas is fightin? Scrappin over the
I saw the by the racks, to grab the pack 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 and put the key in my house
Yelling to the as they sleep on the couch
Im tryna em what happened but they say that Im losin it
em my nigga 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 the clerk dead at 3: 22
to find out he surely used to go to my school
He was a nigga named Bryce, I used to fuck his sister
motherfucker, always in detention
Now he facing 35 a public defendant
Man and he aint home, its a wrap for that nigga
As we up a blunt, who got the light?
er what the fuck we came to do, alright