Luyện nghe bài hát Texaco

Prod by Beats

night I done ran out of swishas
Shit its only 12: 30, its still early
I pull up to the before I hop out
I hit the blunt once and then put it out
Now as I the door, as I walk in this door
Somebody to the front so the clerk empty the drawer
He put the gun to his face and told him move
Im hidin behind a 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 might 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 dude
And Im tryna text the like Im stuck in some shit
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, here the cops
Tryna see the time but the light dont work on my
I made it to the and put the key in my house
Yelling to the as they sleep on the couch
Im tell em what happened but they say that Im losin it
Told em my nigga came the store 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 out he surely used to go to my school
He was a nigga Bryce, I used to fuck with his sister
motherfucker, always in detention
Now he facing 35 a public defendant
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 came to do,