Luyện nghe bài hát Texaco

Prod by Beats

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