Luyện nghe bài hát Texaco

Prod by Beats

Late night I ran out of swishas
its only 12: 30, its still kinda early
I pull up to the Texaco I hop out
I hit the once more and then put it out
Now as I the door, as I walk in this door
Somebody rushin to the front so the clerk the drawer
He put the gun to his face and told him move
Im hidin behind a king of Pringles thinkin Im gon do
Man I die in this bitch, we just came for some swishas
Im nervous than a motherfucker, man this nigga might us
This remind of that motherfuckin scene out of
You know that feeling when so nervous you feel like shittin
Then he let off a shot, but missed
And Im tryna text the homies Im stuck in some shit
Why them niggas is fightin? over the cash
I saw the blunts by the racks, to the pack and hall bags
I on the block, here come the cops
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 tell em what happened but they say that Im losin it
Told em my came into the store and start shootin shit
These think Im lyin but Im tellin the truth
And if you dont believe me you can turn on the
The pronounced the dead at 3: 22
Come to out he surely used to go to my school
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 coming 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