Luyện nghe bài hát Texaco

Prod by Jahlil

Late I done ran out of swishas
Shit its only 12: 30, its kinda early
I up to the Texaco before I hop out
I hit the blunt once more and put it out
Now as I open the door, as I in this door
Somebody rushin to the front so the empty the drawer
He put the gun to his and told him dont move
Im behind a king of Pringles thinkin what Im gon do
Man I might die in this bitch, we just came for swishas
Im nervous than a motherfucker, man this nigga might us
This remind of that motherfuckin scene out of
You that feeling when 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 some
Why niggas is fightin? Scrappin over the cash
I saw the blunts by the racks, to grab the pack and hall
I went on the block, come the cops
Tryna see the time but the light work on my watch
I made it to the crib and put the key in my
to the homies as they sleep on the couch
Im tell em what happened but they say that Im losin it
Told em my nigga came into the store and start shit
These 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 out he surely used to go to my school
He was a named Bryce, I used to fuck with his sister
Crazy motherfucker, in detention
Now he facing 35 with a public
Man and he aint coming home, its a for that nigga
As we up a blunt, who got the light?
Asked er what the fuck we to do, alright