Luyện nghe bài hát Texaco

Prod by Beats

Late night I done ran out of
Shit its only 12: 30, its still kinda
I up to the Texaco before I hop out
I hit the blunt once more and 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 and told 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 nervous a motherfucker, man this nigga might kill us
This remind of that motherfuckin scene out of
You know that feeling when youre so 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? Scrappin over the
I saw the blunts by the racks, to grab the and hall bags
I went on the block, come the cops
Tryna see the time but the light dont on my watch
I it to the crib and put the key in my house
Yelling to the homies as sleep on the couch
Im tryna tell em happened 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 believe me you can turn on the
The pronounced the clerk at 3: 22
Come to find out he surely used to go to my
He was a nigga Bryce, I used to fuck with his sister
motherfucker, always in detention
Now he 35 with a public defendant
Man and he coming home, its a wrap for that nigga
As we up a blunt, who got the light?
Asked er what the fuck we to do, alright