Luyện nghe bài hát Texaco

Prod by Beats

night I done ran out of swishas
Shit its only 12: 30, its still early
I pull up to the before I hop out
I hit the blunt once and then put it out
Now as I open the door, as I in this door
Somebody rushin to the front so the clerk empty the
He put the gun to his face and told him move
Im hidin behind a of Pringles thinkin what Im gon do
Man I might die in this bitch, we just came for some
Im nervous than a motherfucker, man this nigga might 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 dude
And Im tryna the homies like Im stuck in some shit
Why them is fightin? Scrappin over the cash
I saw the blunts by the racks, to grab the pack and hall
I went on the block, here the cops
Tryna see the time but the dont work 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 what happened but 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 on the news
The pronounced the dead at 3: 22
Come to find out he used to go to my school
He was a nigga named Bryce, I to fuck with his sister
motherfucker, always in detention
Now he facing 35 with a defendant
Man and he aint coming home, its a wrap for nigga
As we up a blunt, who got the light?
Asked er what the fuck we came to do,