Luyện nghe bài hát Texaco

Prod by Beats

Late night I ran out of swishas
Shit its only 12: 30, its kinda early
I up to the Texaco before I hop out
I hit the blunt 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 and told him dont move
Im behind a king of Pringles thinkin what Im gon do
Man I might die in bitch, we just came for some swishas
Im than a motherfucker, man this nigga might kill us
This remind of that scene 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 text the homies like Im stuck in shit
Why niggas 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 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 say that Im losin it
Told em my nigga came into the store and shootin shit
These niggas think Im but Im tellin the truth
And if you dont believe me you can on the news
The pronounced the clerk at 3: 22
Come to find out he surely to go to my school
He was a nigga named Bryce, I used to fuck his sister
motherfucker, always in detention
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 what the we came to do, alright