Luyện nghe bài hát Texaco

Prod by Beats

night I done ran out of swishas
Shit its only 12: 30, its still kinda
I up to the Texaco before I hop out
I hit the once more and then put it out
Now as I open the door, as I walk in door
Somebody rushin to the front so the clerk empty the
He put the gun to his face and him dont move
Im hidin behind a king of thinkin what Im gon do
Man I might die in this bitch, we came for some swishas
Im than a motherfucker, man this nigga might kill us
This remind of motherfuckin scene out of Menace
You know that feeling youre so nervous you feel like shittin
he let off a shot, but dude missed
And Im text the homies like Im stuck in some shit
Why them is fightin? Scrappin 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 light dont on my watch
I made it to the and put the key in my house
to the homies as they sleep on the couch
Im tryna tell em what 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 dont believe me you can turn on the
The pronounced the clerk at 3: 22
Come to find out he surely to go to my school
He was a named Bryce, I used to fuck with his sister
Crazy motherfucker, always in
Now he facing 35 with a public
Man and he aint coming home, its a wrap for that
As we spark up a blunt, who got the
Asked er the fuck we came to do, alright