Luyện nghe bài hát Texaco

Prod by Beats

Late I done ran out of swishas
Shit its only 12: 30, its kinda early
I pull up to the before I hop out
I hit the blunt once and then put it out
Now as I open the door, as I walk in door
Somebody rushin to the so the clerk empty 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 might die in this bitch, we just for some swishas
Im nervous than a motherfucker, man this might kill us
This remind of that scene out of Menace
You know that feeling when youre so nervous you 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 the cash
I saw the blunts by the racks, to 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 it to the crib and put the key in my house
to the homies as they sleep on the couch
Im tryna em what happened but they say that Im losin it
Told em my nigga came into the and start shootin shit
These niggas Im lyin but Im tellin the truth
And if you believe me you can turn on the news
The pronounced the 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 with his
motherfucker, always in detention
Now he 35 with a public defendant
Man and he coming home, its a wrap for that nigga
As we spark up a blunt, who got the
Asked er what the we came to do, alright