Luyện nghe bài hát Texaco

Prod by Jahlil

night I done ran out of swishas
Shit its only 12: 30, its kinda early
I pull up to the Texaco 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 clerk empty the
He put the gun to his and told him dont move
Im hidin behind a king of Pringles what Im gon do
Man I might die in this bitch, we just came for swishas
Im nervous than a motherfucker, man this might kill us
This remind of that motherfuckin out of Menace
You know that feeling when youre so nervous you like shittin
he let off a shot, but dude missed
And Im tryna the homies like Im stuck in some shit
Why them is fightin? Scrappin over the cash
I saw the blunts by the racks, to grab the pack and hall
I went on the block, here 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
Yelling to the as they sleep on the couch
Im tryna tell em what happened but they say that Im it
Told em my nigga came into the store and shootin shit
These niggas think Im lyin but Im 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 with his
Crazy motherfucker, always in
Now he facing 35 a public defendant
Man and he aint coming home, its a wrap for nigga
As we up a blunt, who got the light?
Asked er the fuck we came to do, alright