Luyện nghe bài hát Texaco

Prod by Beats

Late night I done ran out of
Shit its only 12: 30, its kinda early
I pull up to the before I hop out
I hit the once more and then put it out
Now as I the door, as I walk in this door
rushin to the front so the clerk empty the drawer
He put the gun to his face and him dont move
Im behind a king of Pringles thinkin what Im gon do
Man I die in this bitch, we just came for some swishas
Im nervous a motherfucker, man this nigga might kill us
This remind of that scene out of Menace
You know that when youre so nervous you feel like shittin
Then he let off a shot, but missed
And Im tryna text the homies like Im in some shit
Why niggas is fightin? Scrappin over the cash
I saw the blunts by the racks, to grab the and hall bags
I went on the block, here come the
see the time but the light dont work on my watch
I made it to the and put the key in my house
Yelling to the as they sleep on the couch
Im tryna tell em what happened but they say that Im it
Told em my nigga came into the and start shootin shit
These niggas think Im lyin but Im tellin the
And if you believe me you can turn on the news
The pronounced the clerk at 3: 22
Come to find out he surely used to go to my
He was a nigga named Bryce, I to fuck with his sister
Crazy motherfucker, always in
Now he facing 35 with a public
Man and he coming home, its a wrap for that nigga
As we spark up a blunt, who got the
er what the fuck we came to do, alright