Luyện nghe bài hát Texaco

Prod by Beats

night 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 more and put it out
Now as I the door, as I walk in this door
Somebody rushin to the front so the clerk empty the
He put the gun to his face and told him dont
Im hidin behind a king of Pringles thinkin Im gon do
Man I die in this bitch, we just came for some swishas
Im nervous than a motherfucker, man this nigga kill us
This remind of that motherfuckin out of Menace
You that feeling when youre so nervous you feel like shittin
Then he let off a shot, but dude
And Im tryna text the homies like Im stuck in some
Why them niggas is fightin? Scrappin over the
I saw the by the racks, to grab the pack and hall bags
I went on the block, here the cops
Tryna see the but the light dont work 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 em what happened but they 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 the clerk dead at 3: 22
Come to find out he surely to go to my school
He was a nigga named Bryce, I used to with his sister
motherfucker, always in detention
Now he 35 with a public defendant
Man and he aint coming home, its a wrap for that
As we spark up a blunt, who got the
Asked er what the fuck we came to do,