Luyện nghe bài hát Texaco

Prod by Beats

Late I done ran out of swishas
Shit its 12: 30, its still kinda early
I up to the Texaco 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 rushin to the front so the empty the drawer
He put the gun to his face and told him dont
Im hidin behind a king of thinkin what Im gon do
Man I might die in this bitch, we just came for some
Im nervous than a motherfucker, man nigga might kill us
This remind of that motherfuckin out of Menace
You know that feeling when youre so nervous you like shittin
Then he let off a shot, but 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 bags
I went on the block, here the cops
Tryna see the time but the light dont on my watch
I made it to the and put the key in my house
Yelling to the homies as they on the couch
Im tryna tell em what but they say that Im losin it
Told em my nigga came into the and start shootin shit
These think Im lyin but Im tellin the truth
And if you dont me you can turn on the news
The the clerk 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, in detention
Now he facing 35 with a public
Man and he aint coming home, its a wrap for that
As we up a blunt, who got the light?
er what the fuck we came to do, alright